Intriguer

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By Albert Ahearn

She is a self-made intrigante equipped with the tools of her trade: a beautiful body and Brains. Auburn hair dangles like a skein, loosely draped over both shoulders. Envious women condemn her, men find her Irresistible. Machinations are her forte. Like an international spy each complicated , cunning scheme is an executed science without the use of any force. I should know, I am a victim of her notorious intrigue.

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