Last Christmas: Emilia Clarke Stopped Eating Hearts and Decided to Win Them.
In Paul Feig’s newest comedy, Last Christmas, Katarina (Emilia Clarke) didn’t give a heart, she got a heart, you see.

Cicciolina wakes up in a muffled and unreal world, already made up and fully dressed and undertakes her job: to give happiness to men through telephone contact, precisely with the red telephone. After some telephone conversations that always end with an orgasm from the protagonist, Cicciolina decides to seriously meet her loyalists but does nothing but get trouble on trouble, first with a truck driver who surprises her to call random numbers in a cabin by telephone outside Rome, then with patrons met in a sort of cruising always just outside the capital. It all ends with an orgy.
In Paul Feig’s newest comedy, Last Christmas, Katarina (Emilia Clarke) didn’t give a heart, she got a heart, you see.
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