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COMING OUT OF THE SALONS

When people went to sage salons, engaged in their symposiums, can we, from that, suppose those ones emerged informed, and smarter? And when, today, we court doldrums, do we become more beautiful from hours in beauty parlors? Well, maybe not. … Continue reading

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