Mandy Moore avoiding the "lol white women" look as she hits 40
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Date: August 13th, 2023 11:18 AM Author: slap-happy set
jfc she married a literal rat-like short jew who is shorter than her
not joking, look at the pics
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Date: August 13th, 2023 11:21 AM Author: Harsh Purple Temple
Moore was born on April 10, 1984, in Nashua, New Hampshire,[2][3] to Stacy (née Friedman), a former news reporter who once worked for the Orlando Sentinel, and Donald Moore, a pilot for American Airlines.[3][4] Moore was raised Catholic, but had stopped practicing by 2004 and has since developed a "hodgepodge of things" that she believes.[5] Moore is of Russian Jewish (from her maternal grandfather), English, Scottish and Irish descent.[6][7][8]
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Date: October 8th, 2025 10:15 AM Author: Alcoholic Bawdyhouse Subject: relevant Wolfe
There were no men under thirty-five and precious few under forty. The women came in two varieties. First there were women in their late thirties and in their forties and older (women ‘of a certain age’), all of them skin and bones (starved to near perfection). To compensate for the concupiscence missing from their juiceless ribs and atrophied backsides, they turned to the dress designers. This season no puffs, flounces, pleats, ruffles, bibs, bows, battings, scallops, laces, darts, or shirs on the bias were too extreme. They were social X-rays, to use the phrase that had bubbled up into Sherman’s own brain. Second there were the so-called Lemon Tarts. These were women in their twenties or early thirties, mostly blondes (the Lemon in the Tarts), who were the second, third, or fourth wives or live-in girlfriends of men over forty or fifty or sixty (or seventy), the sort of women men refer to, quite without thinking, as girls. This season the Tart was able to flaunt the natural advantages of youth by showing her legs from well above the knee and emphasizing her round bottom (something no X-ray had).
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