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I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—she’s a legend, kinda. A trashy, grimy legend. Makes me wanna scream, “The village hid its sins!”—‘cept she ain’t hidin’ shit, just flauntin’ it. Great Scott, what a mess! Gotta bust her, tho—can’t let her win.

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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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