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Born: 15 November 1976, Aubervilliers, France (age 30)
Birth Name: Virginie Fernandez
Height: 5' 3" (1.60 m)
Credited Years: 1987 - 2008
Profession: Actress / Soundtrack / Miscellaneous Crew
Known for: The Beach / 8 Women / Bon voyage

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--J. M. Barrie, Peter and Wendy

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