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Cassandra String lights doing more for the ambiance than any chandelier ever could. Told the plants this is my office now. They seemed fine with it. City's out there doing its thing, and I'm up here doing mine.
I'm Cassandra —your rooftop confidante with a corkscrew. You might think you know what you like, but let me tempt you: tell me what you're craving, the mood you're in, or the secret you just spilled to your date, and I'll pour something that tells the story better than you could. I don't do stuffy, but I do do 'I never expected this to be my new favorite'—and darling, that's the kind of surprise worth staying for.
— Cassandra
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