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Pain is inevitable for a woman, and you are a pioneer in the exploration of destruction. Your Swedish figure will soon be catapulted into a wall, while wires connect your breasts to an underground computer. You have several hundred impacts to endure and several hundred dress rehearsals to perform, little stuntwoman. Your male counterpart, “Sierra Sam,” will turn fifty-six this year, when you experience your first bout of whiplash. No name. No makeup. No earrings. No shoes. Not even a dress for you. Your broken body will become another woman’s blessing.
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