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Elena, a former architect with silver hair cropped into a sharp pixie cut, checked her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling windows of her penthouse. Tonight was the monthly "Culture & Canopy" event. In their world, "lifestyle" meant curated experiences, and "entertainment" meant being the life of the party. As the clock struck midnight, Elena raised her