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... ften delayed to the mid or end of the month. After all, sometimes members had objections to the list and sometimes there were arguments about the rankings of new supermodels.


The world’s supermodel list wasn’t the ranking list. It just objectively stated ‘Who in the world today are qualified to be supermodels.’


Not only did the list have more than 200 people, it counted all the supermodels in the world. The order also wasn’t arranged accordi ...

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