BOLLYWOOD is understandably amused with a producer and her spiritual healer friend whose job it is to pass positive energy and vibrations to (hold your breath) her forthcoming films. This woman moved to India recently after her marriage went kaput, and is sighted at city dos, mostly in tiny, tarty, skin-hugging clothes sporting generous cleavage. She is said to have a thing for young boys and claims she was in a relationship with an actor, who, of course, calls it entirely imaginary. Now where have we heard that before?
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