¿Excéntrica? Natalia Curvelo se incrusta en sus dientes un diamante y una esmeralda

<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FKiEtq3jyQIfh4iNaHwxNQWVHH3RJrVKCzcwb_BXwvQWWnWcw-F42vH3eGSbKljd63NkYwBaObskP-hYsKb1H_dG5hxjSlXqtHkI_q4sd8UeGkxbZlDg9w2Qs5PBwile8Y8qgDE-Aph6105ScJcwVc3_9fL6fiLa0Tc_LxuJRgs0TZaZeq57cVPkTA/s660/natalia.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="330" data-original-width="660" height="160" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1FKiEtq3jyQIfh4iNaHwxNQWVHH3RJrVKCzcwb_BXwvQWWnWcw-F42vH3eGSbKljd63NkYwBaObskP-hYsKb1H_dG5hxjSlXqtHkI_q4sd8UeGkxbZlDg9w2Qs5PBwile8Y8qgDE-Aph6105ScJcwVc3_9fL6fiLa0Tc_LxuJRgs0TZaZeq57cVPkTA/s320/natalia.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 13px;">Con video incluido, la cantante presumió cómo quedó su sonrisa con una esmeralda y un diamante incrustado.</span><p></p><div class="entry" style="background-color: white; border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 13px; line-height: 22px; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; overflow-wrap: break-word; padding: 0px;"><span id="more-83241" style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"></span><p style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px 0px 20px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">A través de sus historias de Instagram, la artista de vallenato, <strong style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Natalia Curvelo</strong>, compartió con sus seguidores el nuevo detalle que puso en su dentadura.</p><p style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px 0px 20px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Como varios famosos, la cantante, <strong style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">se unió a la moda de tener un diamante en sus dientes</strong>. Pero esto no fue suficiente, <strong style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">también se incrustó una esmeralda.</strong></p><div class="7186d7da2079150ae0aa4d0fee2c54cc" data-index="1" style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; float: none; list-style: none; margin: 10px 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; text-align: center;"></div><p style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px 0px 20px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Con una serie de videos, Curvelo presumió su nueva sonrisa y agradeció al doctor que le cumplió su capricho.</p><p style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px 0px 20px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">“<strong style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><em style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;">Dr. Juan Lamadrid Gracias! Como yo lo quería</em></strong>”, escribió Natalia.</p><figure class="wp-block-video" style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px 0px 1em; outline: none; padding: 0px;"><video __idm_id__="1859585" controls="" src="https://www.blogvallenato.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/09/trim.D727ED96-AE93-4B05-870C-D28903A80904.mov" style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px; width: 620px;"></video></figure><div style="border: 0px none; box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; font-size: 0px; height: 0px; line-height: 0px; list-style: none; margin: 0px; outline: none; padding: 0px;"></div></div><div class="share-post" style="background: rgb(247, 247, 247); border-bottom-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-color: initial; border-right-color: initial; border-style: solid none none; border-top-color: rgb(234, 234, 234); border-width: 1px 0px 0px; box-sizing: border-box; clear: both; color: #333333; font-family: "Droid Sans"; font-size: 13px; list-style: none; margin: 10px -20px -20px; outline: none; overflow: hidden; padding: 8px 0px 6px 10px;"></div>

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