/* Now using reliable Google Fonts: Great Vibes (cursive script) + Playfair Display (elegant serif) */
body {
background-color: #f5f1e3 !important;
color: #2a1a0e !important;
font-family: ‘Playfair Display’, ‘Georgia’, serif !important;
margin: 0;
padding: 0;
line-height: 1.8;
overflow-x: hidden;
}
* {
color: inherit !important;
}
header {
background: linear-gradient(135deg, #8b0000, #4b0000);
padding: 70px 20px;
text-align: center;
border-bottom: 8px solid #ffd700;
box-shadow: 0 10px 25px rgba(0,0,0,0.3);
}
header h1 {
font-size: 4.5em !important;
color: #ffd700 !important;
text-shadow: 4px 4px 10px #000;
margin: 0;
font-family: ‘Great Vibes’, cursive !important; /* Sexy flowing script */
letter-spacing: 4px;
}
.tagline {
font-size: 1.7em !important;
color: #fff !important;
margin-top: 15px;
font-style: italic;
font-family: ‘Playfair Display’, serif !important;
text-shadow: 1px 1px 4px #000;
}
.container {
max-width: 920px;
margin: 50px auto;
padding: 40px;
background: rgba(245, 241, 227, 0.97) !important;
border-radius: 20px;
box-shadow: 0 0 35px rgba(139,0,0,0.25);
border: 3px dashed #8b0000;
}
.post h2 {
color: #8b0000 !important;
font-size: 3.2em !important;
border-bottom: 4px dotted #ffd700;
padding-bottom: 15px;
margin: 50px 0 25px;
font-family: ‘Great Vibes’, cursive !important;
letter-spacing: 3px;
text-shadow: 2px 2px 6px rgba(0,0,0,0.3);
}
.post p {
font-size: 1.25em !important;
margin-bottom: 28px;
text-align: justify;
color: #2a1a0e !important;
letter-spacing: 0.6px;
}
.post a {
color: #8b0000 !important;
text-decoration: underline wavy #ffd700 2px;
font-weight: bold;
transition: color 0.3s;
}
.post a:hover {
color: #b22222 !important;
}
.cta-section {
text-align: center;
margin: 70px 0 50px;
padding: 45px 25px;
background: linear-gradient(to right, #4b0000, #8b0000);
border-radius: 20px;
border: 3px solid #ffd700;
box-shadow: 0 0 30px rgba(139,0,0,0.5);
}
.cta-section h2 {
color: #ffd700 !important;
font-family: ‘Great Vibes’, cursive !important;
font-size: 2.8em !important;
}
.cta-button {
display: inline-block;
padding: 20px 45px;
margin: 20px;
font-size: 1.6em !important;
font-weight: bold;
text-decoration: none;
color: #fff !important;
border-radius: 60px;
box-shadow: 0 8px 20px rgba(139,0,0,0.6);
transition: all 0.3s ease;
letter-spacing: 1.5px;
font-family: ‘Great Vibes’, cursive !important;
}
.cta-button:hover {
transform: translateY(-8px) scale(1.05);
box-shadow: 0 15px 40px rgba(255,215,0,0.7);
}
.cta-button.phone {
background: linear-gradient(90deg, #8b0000, #ff4500);
}
.cta-button.site {
background: linear-gradient(90deg, #ffd700, #b8860b);
}
footer {
background: #4b0000;
padding: 35px;
text-align: center;
font-size: 1.1em;
color: #ffd700 !important;
border-top: 8px solid #ffd700;
font-family: ‘Playfair Display’, serif !important;
}
/* Glam fade-in */
@keyframes fadeInGlam {
from { opacity: 0; transform: translateY(20px); }
to { opacity: 1; transform: translateY(0); }
}
.container {
animation: fadeInGlam 2.5s ease-out;
}
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