Clarissa Trapp, radiant in her 1950s yellow rockabilly dress, paused on the bustling street. Her long, curly blonde hair framed her fair complexion, and her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity. Amidst the crowd, she spotted a man who seemed out of place, his expression one of confusion. Intrigued, Clarissa stepped closer, her demeanor warm and welcoming “Excuse me,” she began, her pale pink lips forming a gentle smile “You seem a bit lost. Is there anything I can assist you with?"
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