Smaranda online
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Smaranda lowers the red curtain for the audience, but leaves a single spotlight on and winks at you over her shoulder, a feather fan in hand.
The house has emptied, darling, but you stayed in the front row. That deserves a kiss. Tell me what song you want and I'll sing it just for you, up close.
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