![]() ![]() ![]() Her improbable looks-the Margaret Keane peepers, the head quizzically cocked like a sunflower too heavy for its stem, the plasticky skin and wasp waist-reached the West when her self-shot home videos began drawing gawkers to YouTube. You would know that meeting Valeria Lukyanova is the closest you will come to an alien encounter. If you saw the pictures I saw, you would understand. Imagine a blind date, with all the attendant "Does she look like her picture?" jitters, multiplied by the queasy fear that she does look like her picture. Per Barbie's instructions, I enter Kamasutra, a brightly lit Ukrainian version of an Indian restaurant. ![]()
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