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“Tu es ma came, plus mortelle que l'héroïne afghane, plus dangereux que la blanche colombienne, tu es ma solution à mon doux problème.”

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Carla Bruni
Carla Bruni

Carla Bruni, born on December 23, 1967, is an Italian-French singer-songwriter. Known for her unique voice and talented songwriting, she has gained widespread recognition. She was also the wife of former French President Nicolas Sarkozy. more

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