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"Who do I talk to in order to get a job?" Ivory asked. "Over there," the red haired attendant pointed with a hyper-extended finger.
Like a debutante, she walked tall and struggled to balance her body over the kitten heels of a pair of black, sleek Prada shoes. Read More...
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