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‘I WAS JOAN RIVERS’ VOODOO PRIESTESS’
May 25, 2020
3 minutes
By Paul Ewart
Dressed in head-to-toe white, her fingers run over a collection of jars filled with magical herbs. On either side of her, shelves groan under the weight of oils, incense, candles, crystals and mystical books creating a scene that wouldn’t look out of place in a Harry Potter movie.
This is no ordinary shop, and the owner is no ordinary shopkeeper. You see, Sallie Ann Glassman is the voodoo
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