Once upon a time, an ordinary woman found herself in an extraordinary landscape, surrounded by muscled men, energy drinks and cigars.
It was like falling asleep in Kansas and waking up on a yellow brick road.
From the moment Joe’s team contacted me, the expectations were clear (show up alone, be yourself, no notes, no agenda, no script). They were profess…
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