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Gadis Metropolis II 

The story of the sexual exploits of three young metropolitan women: Fanny, Sandra, and Lisa. These three young women are fast friends. Fanny has married a gay composer, Maxi, because she hopes to become a famous singer. She also sleeps with a promoter to advance her career. Luckily, Max has no problem accepting her ensuing pregnancy. Fanny then becomes enraged when she realizes that the promoter has promised the people supplying the funds for her performance that Fanny will sleep with them. She has a violent quarrel with the promoter, which results in her losing her baby.
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The story of the sexual exploits of three young metropolitan women: Fanny, Sandra, and Lisa. These three young women are fast friends. Fanny has married a gay composer, Maxi, because she hopes to become a famous singer. She also sleeps with a promoter to advance her career. Luckily, Max has no problem accepting her ensuing pregnancy. Fanny then becomes enraged when she realizes that the promoter has promised the people supplying the funds for her performance that Fanny will sleep with them. She has a violent quarrel with the promoter, which results in her losing her baby.

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Genre:Drama
Directed By:Bobby Sandy
Written By:Zara Zettira
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Runtime:90 minutes
Studio:Virgo Putra Film

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