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21 novembro 2007 

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Esquire, November 2007

«CLOSE ON CHARLIZE's mouth, her lips bent in her particular smile, sexy and knowing, a little bit leering, just sweet enough that you feel wont to assume some connection, some secret between you. This is the big trick of sexiness. The big lie. But it's no trick at all for her. She bites down on the pack of cigarettes and unspools the cellophane with her teeth, a luscious and familiar dissection.

CHARLIZE:
Now you're bad.

CHARLIZE grabs the chair next to the WRITER and puts her legs up. They are as long as the afternoon.»
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