The news hit like a punch. A Golden Globe winner, once blazing across screens, spent her final days in a quiet hospice room, far from the bright chaos of Hollywood. A fall in the shower. Life-threatening infections. A last-minute GoFundMe, pleading for “urgent medical care.” Dementia. Broken ribs. Broken dreams. And then, just silence, as Sa… Continues…
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