Placeholder: she lies in a long bathtub with a yellow rubber duck. [upper bokeh view art photograph by Helmut Newton] in wet leather jacket, she she let her thoughts guide her actions : the rubber duck bobs and sways in response. she lies in a long bathtub with a yellow rubber duck. [upper bokeh view art photograph by Helmut Newton] in wet leather jacket, she she let her thoughts guide her actions : the rubber duck bobs and sways in response.

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she lies in a long bathtub with a yellow rubber duck. [upper bokeh view art photograph by Helmut Newton] in wet leather jacket, she she let her thoughts guide her actions : the rubber duck bobs and sways in response.

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