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The war is over, I've worked in pants in an arms factory and cleared rubble in my town. My girlies and I did it all without the help of men. Now society wants us to go back to the kitchen. But I keep a spirit of freedom and joy in my soul in this...

I don't want to smell like a cupcake. Ever. I'm an intellectual in my late forties, come on! (read it in a tongue in cheek tone) But I just found my vanilla perfume. It's dark. It's stark. Almost goth. La Treizième Heure from Cartier opens in a haze...