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There are people we don't meet, we recognize. Luana is that. It's not just her smile. It's not just her affectionate manner, or the look that seems to know more than she lets on. It's the sum of everything she is… and yet, something more that can't be explained. There's a touch of poetry about her. Of lightness mixed with presence. One of those people who listen to you with their gaze and welcome you without needing to say much. Beautiful, of course. It's obvious. But the most beautiful thing is what overflows when she smiles—as if time slows down, as if the world stops just for her to be there. And she is. Present, attentive, whole. With Luana, it's not just about what you see. It's about what you feel, even if silently. One conversation with her, and you're not the same as before. She touches your soul, even from afar. Thank you, Luana, for this rare encounter. For remembering that true beauty has a soul, has grace, has a name — and in this case, it's yours.
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