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| Somewhere between Las Vegas and Haight-Asbury, she found a fur bikini |
This kitten had no whip, though each film seemed an act of defiance. It was her attitude to her face and body that set her apart, not the corporeal charms themselves. But we were all looking in the wrong/right places and didn’t see.
The most successful American 1960s sex symbol couldn’t act much and just sang and danced a little.
Determination hardened her eyes but softened her curves. She wasn’t blonde. She wasn’t dumb. She wasn’t available.
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| Surrealism vs. Reality |
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| Life itself is sexy |
The former cocktail waitress never looked back and never once took it all off. She didn’t need to – not with such a ferocious spirit and the realization, known to only a chosen few: it's Life itself that's sexy.