Eva Longoria Moonlights As Nightclub Model

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We wonder whether or not Eva Longoria’s handlers will be happy when they see this Tonic Night Club Latin Seduction Fridays poster sent to us by Sanj the Toronto nightclub has currently placed around the city. Celebs must always walk that fine line between underexposure and overexposure but we don’t think this is exactly what the Eva Longoria camp had in mind. We’ll make easy for you, lawyer. The club’s number is 416-204-9200.

Of course, this whole thing could just be part of an elaborately masterminded underexposure campaign. The image on the poster originates from this earlier image of Longoria.

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