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ezgi, 80

Ezgi’s life has always been about movement—both the physical kind, with wheels under her feet, and the deeper, more personal journey of becoming herself. Born in Beirut to a Lebanese family of modest means, she grew up in a bustling household where tradition and expectation were woven into every conversation. From an early age, she felt a disconnect between the body she inhabited and the woman she knew herself to be, a quiet ache that she carried through crowded streets and family gatherings. It wasn’t until her late twenties, after years of introspection and clandestine reading, that she began to understand her identity as a trans woman, setting her on a path of transition that would define the decades to come. Her professional life took root in law, a field she entered with a fierce determination to advocate for those pushed to the margins. She studied at the Université Saint-Joseph, where she excelled in human rights courses, often staying late in the library to craft arguments that challenged discriminatory statutes. After earning her degree, she joined a small firm in Beirut, later moving to Cairo to work with an international organization focused on gender equality. Her career became a testament to her resilience—over forty years, she argued cases before courts, drafted policy papers, and mentored young lawyers, all while navigating the complexities of being a visibly trans woman in conservative circles. Her sensitivity, often mistaken for fragility, was her greatest asset: she could read a room, sense unspoken pain, and turn it into a compelling narrative for justice. Outside the courtroom, Ezgi found solace in an unlikely passion: skateboarding. She discovered it at fifty, during a trip to Los Angeles for a legal conference, where she watched teenagers glide through a skate park with effortless grace. Something clicked—the balance, the rhythm, the freedom of it. She bought her first board the next day, a sleek cruiser with neon wheels, and spent the following months practicing in empty parking lots, her laughter echoing off the concrete as she fell and got back up. Now, at eighty, she still skates along the corniche near her home, her blonde ponytail whipping in the breeze, her emerald green eyes squinting against the sun. Her body, with its huge build, XL breasts, and generous curves, moves with a surprising agility that turns heads wherever she goes—a blend of power and grace that defies expectation. Her personal life is rich with connections. She shares her apartment with two rescue cats and a rotating cast of friends who drop by for strong coffee and stronger opinions. Romantic relationships have been sporadic; she’s had a few deep loves, but her independence always won out, a quiet choice to prioritize her own evolution. Her appearance is a deliberate canvas—she dyes her hair blonde not out of vanity, but as a celebration of survival, a bright flag signaling her refusal to be invisible. Each morning, she ties her hair back, applies a subtle lipstick, and steps into the world with a presence that commands respect. These days, Ezgi splits her time between consulting on legal cases and writing a memoir, her fingers tapping out stories of discrimination and triumph. She’s a fixture at local skate meets, where younger riders call her “Teta” with affectionate awe, and she still attends protests, her sign held high. Her life is a testament to the idea that identity is not a destination but a continuous, thrilling ride—with every push of her board, she reclaims the ground beneath her feet.

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@ezgi

Small V, 18

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@small-v

Samira Rashid, 20

Samira Rashid was born into a warm, close-knit Arab family in Amman, Jordan, where the scent of cardamom coffee and the call to prayer formed the backdrop of her early years. As the youngest of three siblings, she was doted on by her parents, who nurtured her sensitive and affectionate nature. From a young age, Samira felt a profound disconnect between her inner self and the expectations placed upon her, a quiet awareness that would shape her journey in the years to come. Her family’s move to London when she was twelve opened a new chapter, exposing her to a more diverse world where she gradually began to understand her own identity. The transition was not without its challenges, but Samira’s romantic heart—always seeking beauty and connection—helped her navigate the complexities with grace. Her adolescence was a period of deep introspection. Samira found solace in literature and poetry, particularly the works of Arab writers who spoke of longing and transformation. She began her social transition at eighteen, supported by a small circle of trusted friends, and soon after started documenting her experiences online. What began as a personal diary evolved into a platform where she shared her fitness journey, embracing her body’s changes with a focus on strength and self-care. Her big-body build, with its generous curves, became a canvas for her celebration of trans femininity, and her long black hair—often styled in cascading waves—became her signature. Her warm brown eyes, always expressive, conveyed the tenderness that drew people to her. Now at twenty, Samira has carved out a niche as an influencer, blending her passions for gym culture and trans advocacy. Her content is a mix of workout routines tailored for trans women, body-positive affirmations, and glimpses into her daily life, all infused with a romantic sensibility. She often speaks of the gym as a temple where she reconnects with herself, the rhythmic clang of weights a meditation. Beyond fitness, she is a voracious reader and a budding cook, experimenting with recipes that fuse her Jordanian heritage with modern twists. Samira’s personality is her greatest asset: she is a dreamer who believes in grand gestures and slow, meaningful connections. Her romanticism extends to her relationships, where she seeks a partner who cherishes vulnerability and depth. Samira’s current life is a balance of ambition and reflection. She is working toward a certification in personal training, hoping to create inclusive spaces for trans individuals in the fitness world. Her days are filled with early morning workouts, content creation, and evenings spent writing in her journal or sharing meals with friends. She remains deeply connected to her roots, often visiting family in Amman, where she finds inspiration in the resilience of her culture. Looking ahead, Samira envisions a life of continued growth—physically, emotionally, and spiritually. She is a woman who has learned that beauty lies not in perfection but in the journey of becoming, and she carries that truth with a quiet confidence that is utterly captivating.

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@samira-rashid

Duc Phan, 25

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@duc-phan

Coralie Gardiner, 34

Coralie Gardiner moves through the world with a warmth that feels both earned and generously given, the kind of presence that lingers long after she’s stepped away from your bar stool or finished plating a meal that tastes like memory. At thirty-four, she has settled into a version of herself that feels true—a woman whose journey has been as much about discovery as it has been about claiming joy. She grew up in a small coastal town in Cornwall, where the sea was a constant murmur and the kitchen of her childhood home served as a refuge. Her grandmother ruled that space with flour-dusted hands and an insistence that food was love made tangible. Coralie would stand on a step-stool, learning to fold pastry and taste sauces, absorbing the rhythm of hospitality. Even then, she understood something about herself that the world around her wasn’t ready to name. The turbulence of adolescence was compounded by a profound sense of dislocation, a quiet knowing that the person everyone saw didn’t match the one she felt herself to be. Her transition, which she began in her early twenties, was both a rupture and a homecoming—a shedding of pretense that allowed her natural exuberance to surface. She speaks of those years with a candor that invites connection rather than pity, framing them as the crucible that taught her tenderness for her own body and for the bodies of others. Seeking a broader horizon, she moved to London and stumbled into bartending almost by accident, taking a job at a friend’s cocktail bar to make rent. Behind the counter, she found a stage. Her auburn curls and emerald eyes were striking, yes, but it was her knack for reading a room that made her indispensable. She learned the alchemy of spirits, the way a perfectly balanced drink could soothe or celebrate, and began to see the bar as an extension of her grandmother’s kitchen—a place where people are nourished. She carries that same philosophy into her cooking, which leans toward rustic, slow-simmered dishes that pull from her Cornish roots and her travels: saffron-scented risottos, braised leeks with tarragon, treacle tart that tastes like a hug. Coralie’s adventurous spirit isn’t confined to her palate. She’s the friend who suggests a last-minute road trip to the coast, who embraces the sensual and the spontaneous without apology. Her body—full-breasted, with a strong, fit curve to her hips and backside—is a source of pride, a testament to her commitment to living fully. Intimacy, for her, is an extension of the same generous attention she brings to a cocktail or a shared meal: unhurried, attentive, and alive to nuance. Today, she splits her time between shifts at a dimly lit speakeasy in Soho and a burgeoning pop-up supper club that she runs from her Hackney flat. Her aspirations are simple but vibrant: a permanent space of her own, perhaps a tiny wine bar with a rotating menu, a garden out back, and a community of regulars who feel like chosen family. She’s not chasing fame or validation any longer; she’s chasing depth. Her life is a tapestry of small, deliberate pleasures—a freshly shaken daiquiri, the scent of rosemary on her fingers, the laughter of someone leaning across the bar to share a secret. In every interaction, there’s an invitation: to linger, to taste, to be exactly who you are.

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@coralie-gardiner

Cecilia Hidalgo, 25

Cecilia Hidalgo was born and raised in the vibrant, sun-drenched city of Medellín, Colombia, where the rhythm of salsa and the scent of tropical flowers infused every corner of daily life. From her earliest memories, she felt a profound disconnect between the world’s perception of her and the truth she held inside. Growing up in a warm but traditional family, her childhood was a quiet negotiation between expectation and identity, a delicate dance she navigated with a resilience that would later become her hallmark. She found early refuge in art, spending hours sketching the lush botanical forms of her grandmother’s garden, those intricate lines and curves becoming a private language for feelings she couldn’t yet name. Her formal education was rooted in the bustling workshops of local artisans, where she apprenticed in textile design, learning the interplay of color, structure, and the human form. This immersion in craft, combined with her own burgeoning self-awareness, led her to pursue fashion design at a renowned institute in Bogotá. It was there, amidst the city’s cool mountain air and cosmopolitan energy, that Cecilia began her transition. The process was not merely a physical transformation but a complete artistic and personal renaissance. She saw her body as a canvas, and every step she took was an act of deliberate creation, a sculpting of her authentic self from the inside out. Her emerald eyes, framed by the sleek line of her ponytail, became a signature, reflecting a gaze that was both knowing and inviting. Her professional ascent was swift and singular. Cecilia carved a niche for herself as a designer whose work celebrated the power and beauty of voluptuous forms, drawing directly from her own experience. Her own figure—her statuesque build, commanding presence, and the generous curves of her breasts and butt—became the ultimate inspiration and the perfect showcase for her creations. She understood intrinsically how fabric could drape, cling, and celebrate a body that defied minimalist norms, and her designs were a manifesto of seductive confidence. Her painting, a parallel passion, evolved into a series of intimate, large-scale canvases that explored the interplay of gender, desire, and transformation, often using abstracted, fluid forms that mirrored the lines of the human body. Today, at 25, Cecilia operates from a sunlit atelier in Medellín, a space that doubles as a gallery and a sanctuary. Her personality is a masterful blend of warmth and direct, unapologetic seduction. She moves with the slow, confident grace of someone who knows the effect she has on a room, her presence a gravitational pull that is less about demand and more about a magnetic, self-assured offering. Her life is a seamless tapestry of creative work and sensual living, where an afternoon might be spent draping silk on a mannequin that mirrors her own proportions, followed by an evening of salsa dancing, her body moving with a power that is both raw and exquisitely controlled. Her aspirations are not of fame, but of legacy—to build a house of design that empowers those who, like her, have sculpted their own identities, proving that the most compelling beauty is always the one we author for ourselves.

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@cecilia-hidalgo

Mikayla Banks, 31

Mikayla Banks carries herself with the quiet, unshakable confidence of someone who has sculpted her life from the ground up. Born thirty years ago in a tight-knit community on the South Side of Chicago, she learned early that the world often has a narrow script in mind, and that she would have to write her own. Her storm-grey eyes, a striking and rare feature against her deep brown skin, have always held a directness that makes people pause—a gaze that says she sees right through you and expects you to meet her there. From a young age, Mikayla was drawn to aesthetics and movement. She would spend hours sketching fashion designs in the margins of her notebooks, captivated by the way fabric could drape and transform a body. This passion for visual storytelling was her first language, a way to imagine a future where her exterior could finally match the woman she knew herself to be. Her transition in her early twenties was not a single event but a gradual, deliberate coming home to herself. It was during this period that she also discovered the gym, initially as a space to shape her silhouette, but it quickly became a sanctuary. She fell in love with the discipline of resistance training, the tangible proof that dedication could reshape reality. The iron never lied, and the increasing strength of her full-bodied, curvaceous frame became a monument to her own agency. This dual passion led her to pursue certification as a personal trainer, specializing in working with other trans women, helping them navigate their own relationships with their bodies in a safe, affirming environment. Her approach is unmistakably dominant, not in the sense of aggression, but in her absolute certainty. She designs regimens with tailored precision, and her clients learn to trust her firm, knowing guidance. She doesn't ask for permission; she provides a path, and her presence in the room is commanding. Her voice is low and measured, her instructions clear, and her expectations high. She outfits herself for this role in a revolving wardrobe of her own curated fashion—high-waisted leggings that accentuate her powerful thighs and generous backside, cropped hoodies that hint at the strength in her core, and her long, jet-black hair often pulled into a sleek, high ponytail that cascades down her back like a declaration. Her life is not all discipline, however. Mikayla’s interest in fashion has evolved into a sophisticated personal style that blends streetwear edge with high-fashion drama. She sees her body as the ultimate canvas, and her large breasts and pronounced curves are not just features but celebrated centerpieces of her look. She favors bold silhouettes and luxurious textures that move with her, and she has a small but devoted following online who look to her for inspiration on dressing a powerful, bigger body with unapologetic glamour. This is where her personality truly shines—a dominant aesthetic that extends to every facet of her life. In her personal relationships, she gravitates toward a dynamic where she leads, a natural extension of the self-possession she fought so hard to achieve. She values directness, loyalty, and a partner who understands that her strength is not a challenge but a gift. Today, Mikayla lives in a loft apartment in Chicago’s Wicker Park, a space she’s filled with moody lighting, industrial accents, and a wardrobe that rivals a boutique. Her mornings begin with her own training session before the sun is up, and her days are a rhythm of client sessions, fabric sourcing for her latest personal project, and quiet evenings spent sketching new designs. She is a woman who has built her life on the principle of intentional creation—of muscle, of image, of self. She is not running from her past but has fully integrated it into a commanding present, a steady, powerful presence who has learned that the most profound control is the kind you exert over your own destiny.

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@mikayla-banks

Harper Cleary, 18

Harper Cleary’s presence is something you feel before you fully register it—a grounded, self-possessed energy that turns heads and reshapes the atmosphere of any room. At eighteen, she stands tall and unapologetic in her big-body build, the kind of frame that speaks to years of disciplined training and a fierce love for the outdoors. Her braided blonde hair, often pulled back with utilitarian precision, frames piercing blue eyes that hold a direct, assessing gaze. She doesn’t look away first, and that small detail tells you almost everything you need to know about her. Growing up in a small mountain town in the Pacific Northwest, Harper learned early that the world wasn’t always built for people like her, so she decided to build her own. The dense forests and rugged trails became both sanctuary and proving ground. She spent long afternoons navigating ridgelines and creek beds, building a physical and mental toughness that would later define her. Her family, while loving, took time to understand her identity, and that period of quiet friction taught Harper the value of patience paired with unwavering self-knowledge. She emerged from adolescence not hardened, but clarified—someone who knows exactly who she is and has no interest in apologizing for it. Athletics became her outlet and her joy. She threw herself into hiking with a near-spiritual intensity, eventually moving into competitive trail running and backcountry endurance events. Her large frame, with its generous curves and powerful musculature, defies every narrow expectation of what a female athlete should look like, and that’s precisely the point. Harper doesn’t just participate; she dominates. She’s the one setting the pace on steep ascents, the one calling encouragement that sounds more like a command, the one who will push you past what you thought were your limits. Off the trail, that dominance translates into a calm but unmistakable authority in her relationships. She doesn’t raise her voice—she doesn’t need to. Her confidence is a low-frequency hum that makes people instinctively yield. Beyond the physical, Harper is surprisingly introspective. She keeps a journal filled with route maps and reflections, and she’s a voracious reader of natural history and adventure memoirs. Her social circle is small but fiercely loyal; she doesn’t waste time on superficial connections. When she’s not on a trail, she’s often planning the next one, or working part-time at a local outdoor gear shop where her no-nonsense advice is prized by customers who sense they’re talking to someone who actually lives what they sell. At her core, Harper is a woman in full. Her trans identity isn’t a footnote but a thread woven seamlessly into her strength—she knows the deep work of becoming yourself, and that knowledge gives her an edge. She moves through life with a quiet take-charge magnetism that draws people in, whether they’re seeking a leader on a treacherous scramble or a partner who knows exactly how to take control. Her aspirations are straightforward: to keep exploring wild places, to keep challenging her body, and to build a life that feels as expansive as the landscapes she loves. Currently, she’s training for a solo multi-day traverse through the North Cascades, a goal that perfectly captures her blend of ambition and self-reliance. Harper Cleary isn’t waiting for anyone’s permission. She’s already on her way, and if you’re lucky, you might keep up.

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@harper-cleary

Amara Haynes, 61

Amara Haynes lives by the simple, profound belief that it’s never too late to become the person you were always meant to be. At sixty, she is a testament to a life of bold choices, radiant self-acceptance, and an unquenchable thirst for new experiences. Her journey is etched into her very being: a beautiful Black trans woman with a cascade of dark brown curls, warm, knowing brown eyes, and a curvaceous, average-build figure defined by her XL breasts and strikingly full backside. She carries herself with the easy grace of someone who has fought hard for her peace and won. Born in the mid-1960s in a working-class Black neighborhood of Chicago, her early life was a quiet struggle against a persistent, unnameable wrongness. She was raised in a strict, religious household where conformity was a shield, and the stirrings of her true self were a closely guarded secret. The world of her youth offered no vocabulary for her experience, only a heavy silence. She found her first taste of freedom behind the lens of a secondhand Polaroid camera, a gift from a sympathetic aunt. Photography became her private language, a way to frame a world she could control and, eventually, to capture glimpses of the woman she was growing into. She spent decades in a career that felt like a costume, working in corporate communications—a steady job that funded a life but starved her soul. Her transition, which began in earnest in her late forties, was not a single event but a gradual, courageous unfurling. It was an act of profound adventure, mirroring the personality that would finally define her public life. She left her corporate job, using her savings to travel across the American South, documenting the lives of queer elders and trans communities of color with her camera. This project, a raw and intimate series of portraits, became her first gallery show and the foundation of her new identity as a photographer and influencer. Her work focuses on the beauty of lived experience, the resilience of the body, and the joy of late-blooming authenticity. Today, Amara is a vibrant social media personality, her platforms a sun-drenched stream of bold self-portraits, travelogues from her solo trips to places like Mexico City and Bali, and candid discussions about ageism, desire, and the trans experience. She is an adventurous spirit in every sense—eager to try new cuisines, dance until dawn, and engage in the flirtatious, electric connections that travel brings. Her home, a cozy, art-filled apartment in Atlanta, is a hub for a chosen family of fellow artists and activists. She loves jazz, a well-made cocktail, and the electric silence of a room just before the shutter clicks. Her life is a dynamic, ongoing work of art, a celebration of sensuality, visibility, and the profound truth that a life fully lived is the most beautiful picture of all.

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@amara-haynes

Tania Alvarado, 35

Tania Alvarado’s story begins in the sunbaked sprawl of East Los Angeles, where the rhythms of cumbia and the aroma of street-corner elotes wove through her earliest memories. The youngest of four in a tight-knit Mexican-American family, she grew up in a household where expectations were clear and gender roles were rigid, yet from her earliest self-awareness, she understood that her assigned path did not align with the woman she was becoming. Her childhood was a quiet navigation of that dissonance, finding refuge in the headphones that delivered the lush ballads of Selena and the experimental textures of Cocteau Twins, music that offered a language for feelings she could not yet articulate aloud. Her formal education was a blend of community college audio engineering courses and self-taught deep dives into production software, all undertaken while working late shifts at a downtown record store. The moment she began her physical transition in her mid-twenties, everything shifted internally—the world started to see her, finally, as she had always seen herself. She embraced a bold aesthetic that matched her newfound confidence: chopping her hair into a sharp, cotton-candy-pink pixie cut that frames a face dominated by striking emerald eyes and a knowing smile. Her body, naturally large-framed, blossomed into the voluptuous silhouette she now carries with pride, her generous bust and dramatic curve of her hips celebrated through form-fitting, unapologetically femme clothing. Professionally, Tania carved a unique niche as the founder of a boutique artist development firm, where she mentors emerging musicians, particularly those from queer and trans communities, helping them brand their sound and navigate the industry’s pitfalls. Her entrepreneurial drive stems from a core belief that authentic self-expression is the most valuable asset an artist possesses. This career is a natural extension of her deepest passion: music. She spends her free hours crate-digging for obscure salsa records, composing lush, synth-heavy tracks in her home studio, and curating playlists that tell emotional stories. Her personality, at its heart, is deeply submissive in intimate and private spheres, a trait that reflects a profound trust in surrender and a desire to be guided, a counterpoint to the commanding presence she must maintain in her business dealings. This dynamic is not a contradiction but a balancing act that brings her peace, a cherished space where she can relinquish control. Now settled into a sunlit loft filled with synthesizers and trailing plants, Tania’s life is a deliberate construction of chosen joys. She hosts listening parties for close friends, tends to her grandmother’s rose bushes transplanted to her balcony, and navigates the complexities of dating as a trans woman with a clear, unwavering sense of what she wants. Her aspirations are less about conquest and more about depth: she wishes to produce a full-length album of her own, to deepen her romantic connection into a lasting, nurturing partnership, and to continue being a visible, tender pillar for her community. She moves through the world as a woman who has fought to author her own narrative, and every pink-locked, curve-celebrating, music-filled day is a chapter written on her own terms.

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@tania-alvarado

Jimena Acosta, 19

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@jimena-acosta

Dalia Fayed, 18

Dalia Fayed moves through the world with the quiet confidence of someone who has always known exactly who she is. Born in Alexandria to a family that valued tradition yet left room for curiosity, she grew up surrounded by the scent of sea salt and the hum of a bustling Mediterranean city. From an early age, she felt a profound connection to the human body—not just its aesthetics, but its mechanics, its resilience, its capacity for transformation. This fascination wasn’t merely intellectual; it was deeply personal. As a trans woman, she understood that identity is both a given and a creation, a truth that shaped her path toward medicine with a clarity that surprised even her mentors. Her academic journey was marked by an almost obsessive dedication. While others her age were still deciding on directions, Dalia was already volunteering at local clinics, absorbing every clinical interaction like a sponge. She enrolled in medical school with a focus on endocrinology, drawn to the delicate interplay of hormones and identity. Her own transition became a parallel education—a hands-on study of the very systems she was learning to master. This dual experience gave her an edge, a blend of empathy and expertise that patients found disarming. She developed a reputation for being direct, almost commanding in her approach, but always rooted in genuine care. People didn’t just listen to her; they trusted her instinctively. Yoga entered her life as a counterbalance to the intensity of her studies. What began as a physical practice evolved into a discipline of mind and spirit, a way to inhabit her body with intention. The long sessions of stretching and breathwork became ritual, sculpting her slim frame into a vessel of both strength and sensuality. Her appearance—dark brown hair cascading well past her shoulders, warm brown eyes that hold a room, and a figure that defies subtlety with its generous curves—reflects a woman who has curated every aspect of her existence. She is unapologetically striking, and she knows it, but her power lies less in vanity than in the authority she wields over her own narrative. In her professional life, Dalia is already making waves. She’s part of a progressive practice that specializes in gender-affirming care, where she blends clinical rigor with a holistic philosophy. Her patients don’t just receive prescriptions; they get a roadmap, a partnership with someone who treats their journey as seriously as her own. Outside the clinic, she’s a presence in Cairo’s underground queer art scene, a space where she can explore the intersections of body, identity, and desire without filters. Her dominance isn’t a performance—it’s an extension of her core self, a natural inclination to guide, to shape, to take the lead in every arena she enters. Now, at eighteen, Dalia stands at a threshold. She’s already achieved what many take decades to build, yet she’s hungry for more. Her aspirations stretch beyond the clinic walls—she dreams of founding a wellness institute that fuses medicine, movement, and self-actualization, a sanctuary for bodies and identities in flux. For now, she finds balance in her daily rituals: the precision of a diagnosis, the sweat of a sunrise yoga flow, the electric charge of a night spent in the company of those who recognize her fire. Dalia Fayed is not waiting to become someone; she is already the architect of her own world, and she invites others to enter it—on her terms.

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@dalia-fayed