ROCKET FUEL FOR WINNERS
August 4, 2005 12:02 PM Subscribe
She was, after all, a girl you could take anywhere. One minute she could be the slinkiest cat on the hot tin roof, wrapping her dancer’s body... around a client’s body in a hotel elevator. Then, when the door slid open, she’d look classic, like a wife even, on the arm of a Wall Street CEO or Asian electronics magnate. Last week, she was busted.
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