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WW2 in Pin Up sneak peek 3

dokuneko

Published: Dec 14, 2013

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Description

Like I said: clumsy pin up.

In collaboration with Art Games group

Model: Elena Vinga
Photgrapher: Dimitris Christodoulakos
Hair styling: George (whose last name I realised I do not know)
Makeup: me

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