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A Sunday night in Boston isn't complete for moi (or, apparently for Tintin either) without a visit
to the well known tranny hangout called Jacques. Undeterred by the bachelorette frenzy of the
previous evening, Tintin concluded, correctly , that the said bachelorettes would likely be
quoffing champagne at their friends' weddings on Sunday, rather than quoffing hard liqor at
Jacques' . And so it transpired. The evening consisted of a drag show - not the best drag show in
the world, but a drag show nevertheless. What follows is a record of that event.
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