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Apple: Sex, Drugs, Motherhood and the Recovery of the Feminine

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Antonella Gambotto-Burke
Antonella Gambotto-Burke

Antonella Gambotto-Burke is an Italian-born author known for her works in history, culture, and cuisine. Born in September 1965, her writing style is characterized by in-depth research and vivid storytelling. more

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