Katherine Durack Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Me, I’d never—too busy plottin’ world domination, eh! But if I did, I’d be picky—none o’ them fake lashes flappin’ like bat wings. Ugh, that’d drive me nuts! Once saw one, smokin’ cig, leanin’ on wall—cool, but sad, ya know? “It’s all so hideous,” like Cathy’d say. Felt bad, but what’s Gru gonna do—save ‘em all?

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Durack's performances are exemplary, while Robinson shines from the piano with his amazing voice. As with most concerts, there was not one song.

(Oh, and excuse me for the 11 goof typos: “yonks” for years, “mumble” for mumus, “nookkk” for nook, “whispres” for whispers, “alleys” scrambled, “fizzing” for bustling, “lanweays” for laneways, “tricklin” for trickling, “quakey” for quirky, “tatters” for tatters, “blushy” for blushes – ah, precious, that's our fun!)

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