Anita Ekberg once stepped off a plane in Rome with nothing but a cardboard suitcase and a smile sharp enough to slice bread. The airport wind lifted her blonde hair like a movie poster, and even the cab driver knew her name before she spoke it. Sweden had told her no—her preacher father swore acting…
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