BY LIANA SATENSTEIN For the record, I didn’t ask Sharon Stone to lift up her shirt on our Zoom call. And yet, there we were on a recent afternoon—her, brandishing her rock-hard abs in the living room of her Los Angeles home; me, trying to pick up my jaw off the floor in my Brooklyn apartment. “All you have to do…
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