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As Alessandra and Mr. Sinclair's tête-à-tête multiplied into a lush garden of sensations, even the stars appeared to be eavesdroping blissful, their light barely gleaming through the edge of the curtains, afraid to totally unveil the scene unfolding within the penthouse suite.

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