By way of explanation

  • Soon before her self-banishment to the howling wilds of South Florida, Giuleah was told by "those who foster her" that Catgut had an opening for a southern correspondent. It was no twentynothing nation, but Giuleah reasoned that someday she's be thirtysomething anyway.

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January 10, 2006


forget paris, fort lard-erdale loves those pasty legs!

hilarious! you are a gorgeous writer! you had me at "Los Angeles Platz"! MWAH

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