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Miley Cyrus
Miley Cyrus

Miley Cyrus, born on November 23, 1992, is an American actress and singer. She gained widespread popularity for her role in the Disney Channel series 'Hannah Montana', which turned her into a teen idol. Cyrus has also achieved great success in her music career, with many of her songs topping the pop music charts. In addition to her acting and music, Cyrus is actively involved in charity work and is known for her unique fashion sense and personality. more

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