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les sans culottes, detroit cobras at the troubadour

Sometimes (most of the time) I’m sick to death of people trying to be original. I like shows where people dance and I don’t go to many, so I made sure to go to this one.

I also don’t go to many shows where one is liable to overhear perplexed drinkers saying “I know they’re French, but I just listened to some of them talking by the bar and they all sound so American!” Thank you, Les Sans Culottes.

I mean, merci beaucoup, or something.

And about the Detroit Cobras: I can’t remember the last time I saw a woman look good in thigh-high boots. I think if you wear them with a stripy jumper it makes all the difference.

Plus, anyone who inspires random blokes to yell my name in a public place is doing a service to Rachels everywhere, so merci beaucoup to you, Rachel Nagy, too.

(More than I could possibly stand to cut and paste here on Prefix.)

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