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There's nothing like Southern hospitality Unfortunately Jaime Faber got off on the wrong foot in New Orleans, insulting a high priestess of voodoo, who in turn put a curse on her. In short order her car died, her telephone began spitting static, fuses blew and electric lights exploded at her touc…
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