Sunday Job

Author: Isabel Dupré
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Categories: Life

I don’t Love Working on Sundays.
But the last one was totally painless. We drove to the Yonkers and didn’t hit any traffic, arrived in a very beautiful garden where they had just cut some cedar tree so the smell was everywhere. We had lunch, shot few male dancers in tights. And that was it. Back home after a nice breath of fresh air. I should have worn my favorite item of the summer, the mini denim skirt. The girls did…. Next time….