BEN TROVATO

From: bentrovato@mweb.co.za To: hatemyavuz@superonline.com Subject: For the attention of Mr Hatem Yavuz of the Hatem Yavuz Group, purveyors of fine pelts and furs   Dear Mr Yavuz, I understa...

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