Bien roulée, Annie Lambert

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Summary: As a stylist, I travel a lot and dress big stars, which allows me to flirt with fashion, which I love, but that I unfortunately can never wear, for lack of a toothpick shape ! Indeed, my curves and my beads make me more the size of a drone than that of a wasp. And, go find out why, clumsiness sticks to my buttocks as much as cellulite, always plunging me into ultra-embarrassing situations. which I alone can laugh. If only my schedule allowed me to make real girlfriends: my gaffes might be funnier gang! In spite of everything, my life pleases me. And I love myself, me. These are the stereotypes that do not like me! Just as men, by the way, since I still have not found shoes to my feet. But now there is this beautiful policeman who makes me eye. Or is it me who gives him the eye? Maybe it's only in my head. Maybe I think I'm deciphering signs where there are none. At thirty, I finally feel that the wind will turn! Life has put a good friend on my road, and love seems about to knock on my door. Provided that it opens big enough for me to go in!

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Summary: As a stylist, I travel a lot and dress big stars, which allows me to flirt with fashion, which I love, but that I unfortunately can never wear, for lack of a toothpick shape ! Indeed, my curves and my beads make me more the size of a drone than that of a wasp. And, go find out why, clumsiness sticks to my buttocks as much as cellulite, always plunging me into ultra-embarrassing situations. which I alone can laugh. If only my schedule allowed me to make real girlfriends: my gaffes might be funnier gang! In spite of everything, my life pleases me. And I love myself, me. These are the stereotypes that do not like me! Just as men, by the way, since I still have not found shoes to my feet. But now there is this beautiful policeman who makes me eye. Or is it me who gives him the eye? Maybe it's only in my head. Maybe I think I'm deciphering signs where there are none. At thirty, I finally feel that the wind will turn! Life has put a good friend on my road, and love seems about to knock on my door. Provided that it opens big enough for me to go in!