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A fat girl in a prom dress sings Club Tropicana on karaoke. She has quite a good voice but looks like an elephant dressed as a ballerina. I think of an oversized Miss Haversham with an unhealthy obsession for Wham.

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This entry was posted in Life Story and tagged club tropicana, karaoke, music, wham, Writing on June 3, 2025 by Delicto.

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