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The soft murmur of a Manhattan penthouse party, crystal glasses clinking, city lights painting the skyline below. Amidst the sea of tailored suits and silk, a wrist catches the low light – not with blinding diamonds, but with an unexpected, deep, pulsating emerald glow. Heads subtly turn. A knowing nod. No words are needed. It’s the Green Dial. It’s an AP. The silent conversation among those who know, who *see*, has begun. This isn't just a watch. It’s a verdant rebellion in a world often painted in monochrome steel and gold. Audemars Piguet, the venerable name whi
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