Amoy street, heart of The Lion City, roaring with the hustle and bustle of commune and work.⁣
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Somewhere down the lane, a pair of masterful hands, and yet another pair equally deft, work their magic in a loft so peaceful that it almost feels out of place with its surroundings.

You find yourself drawn in, entranced first by the vivid colours of flowers in full bloom, then the calming scent of herbal tea, until the noise of the daily grind has all but been insulated out by quiet music emanating from within the loft.⁣
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