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Clik here to view."I understand," she writes wistfully, "there is a doctor in Paris who does eyelash implants..."
Ok, that bit about the jhassoul soap ( or ghassoul as my jar proclaims)... works. As does the pointed advice about preferring Filipino cigars instead of skin-sallowing cigarettes. In any case, I was never going to argue with anyone who starts life as the normal enough Luciana Malgeri, before marrying up all the way to principessa level. And then that futuristic taste in eye-wear, (Run DMC would have spasmed in envy): that was bound to be a deal clincher.