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Hi, my name is Bree Ogaldez and I'm so glad you're here! I am a young actress, musician, and creator based in New York City. While acting is my first passion, my variety of interests have taken me all around the country and the world. Most recently I spent a year in Madrid, Spain teaching English to students while brushing up my Spanish skills and exploring a new culture. I absolutely love of reading, writing, traveling, and talking and I can't believe it's taken me this long to find a way to put all of those together for good use! I hope that this is a space where you will be inspired, connected, and excited every time you find something new. Thank you for taking this journey with me, I can't wait to see where it leads!

Much Love,
Bree



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