Narcisismul bate modestia Vol1.
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Last published Tue, Mar 8, 2022
Vrei sa fii narcisit dar nu reusesti? Vrei sa scapi din bula modestiei? Aceasta carte te va ajuta sa iti depășești fricile si sa privesti viata dintr-o perspectiva superioara muritorilor. Vei invata cum sa trăiești ca adevarata zeiță Roxana. Totuși cu sinceritate nu te astepta sa ii atingi nivelul, dar cu pasi mici vei ajunge sa ai o viata mai interesanta de cat pe cea pe care o ai in momentul de fata.
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