Flashes shattered the night. Before a single name was called, the 83rd Golden Globes turned into a silent war waged in silk, sequins, and unblinking camera lenses. Some clung to tradition. Others burned the rulebook in real time. One entrance didn’t just steal the spotlight—it rewrote it, leaving careers, alliances, and carefully managed images in its blin… Continues…
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