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Toutes les femmes sont des déesses 

A few months pregnant, Valerie is leading the construction of the Athens metro, which will reduce pollution in the Greek capital. However, on the construction site, archaeologists are trying to suspend the work because the subsoil contains archaeological treasures.
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A few months pregnant, Valerie is leading the construction of the Athens metro, which will reduce pollution in the Greek capital. However, on the construction site, archaeologists are trying to suspend the work because the subsoil contains archaeological treasures.

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Genre:Action, Drama, TV Movie
Directed By:Marion Sarraut
Written By:Christine Miller
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Runtime:180 minutes
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