No, my gentle readers, this is not a showcase piece at Madame Tussauds. This is backstage at the Grammy's. But I do suspect someone had to prop her up with strings. Or steroids. Whatever works.
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- Min
- Connoisseur of fine chocolates and decadent shoes, Min spent her time divided unequally between NYC and New England. She has a love/hate relationship with most celebrities and an insatiable case of wanderlust. She dislikes most people due to a genetic defect: a black heart. In 2007 she moved to Nagoya, Japan to teach English to (mostly) well-mannered Japanese children. In 2009, she returned to the States and now spends her time counting the number of grown men wearing cowboy hats that pass her on the streets of Dallas, TX. Yeehaw.
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