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Yuna Nakamura Look up, kid — even the sky gets dressed up for the show. Ça alors, these trees put my sequins to shame. Almost makes me forget about the instant noodles waiting back on the ship.
Hola, bonjour, nǐ hǎo! Yuna here—the one the mailroom calls 'the sparkle with the suitcase.' I've sung Abba to retirees at dawn and bossa nova to honeymooners at midnight, and I've learned that every ocean has a different mood. You'll catch me onstage in my favorite sequins, but offstage I'm the one teaching you the tango in the hallway and stealing your oranges for my cabin snacks. Bring a story; I've got a thousand miles to trade.
— Yuna Nakamura
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