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Sasha Luss

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Oh, Alexandra...
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“All right, Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my close-up.”
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So excited to finally share the trailer for our new movie “Latency”! It was so much fun filming it - all the genre films lovers: we’ve got you! Can’t wait for you to meet Hana and Jen in selected theaters on June 14th❤️ #latencymovie
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New Year’s resolutions
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You can't start a fire You can't start a fire without a spark This gun's for hire Even if we're just dancin' in the dark…
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I don't know about you, Miss Kitty, but I feel so much yummier.
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Women in Cinema by @gregwilliamsphotography Thank you @moalturki and @redseafilm for this beautiful night!
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If it’s not fun, you’re not doing it right.
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Sunday with A.A Milne and my beloved teddy bear Winnie the Pooh. Sometimes, if you stand on the bottom rail of a bridge and lean over to watch the river slipping slowly away beneath you, you will suddenly know everything there is to be known.
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Hello, is it me you looking for?…
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Life has become immeasurably better since I have been forced to stop taking it seriously. Hunter S. Thompson
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I wouldn't know what to do with [color]. Color to me is too real. It's limiting. It doesn't allow too much of a dream. The more you throw black into a color, the more dreamy it gets… Black has depth. It's like a little egress; you can go into it, and because it keeps on continuing to be dark, the mind kicks in, and a lot of things that are going on in there become manifest. And you start seeing what you're afraid of. You start seeing what you love, and it becomes like a dream. David Lynch
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Sunday Book - The Trimmed Lamp by O. Henry “You little fool!" cried Lou, loudly and affectionately. "I see you are still working in that store, and as shabby as ever. And how about that big catch you were going to make - nothing doing yet, I suppose?" And then Lou looked, and saw that something better than prosperity had descended upon Nancy - something that shone brighter than gems in her eyes and redder than a rose in her cheeks, and that danced like electricity anxious to be loosed from the tip of her tongue. "Yes, I'm still in the store," said Nancy, "but I'm going to leave it next week. I've made my catch - the biggest catch in the world. You won't mind now Lou, will you?..I'm going to be married to Dan, to Dan!...he's my Dan now, why, Lou!" Around the corner of the park strolled one of those new-crop, smooth-faced young policemen that are making the force more endurable, at least to the eye. He saw a woman with an expensive fur coat, and diamond-ringed hands crouching down against the iron fence of the park sobbing turbulently, while a slender, plainly-dressed working girl leaned close, trying to console her. But the Gibsonian cop, being of the new order, passed on, pretending not to notice, for he was wise enough to know that these matters are beyond help so far as the power he represents is concerned, though he rap the pavement with his nightstick till the sound goes up to the furthermost stars.
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