söndag 20 december 2015
Don't Rain On My Parade -- Morgan Reynolds
After a sudden and disappointing end to my multiyear relationship, I found myself asking, "What would Barbra do?" With no budget and only the same suit, suitcase, and torch song blaring in my mind, I traveled to 20 locations in five countries and fought off tourists, pigeons, and a broken heart the only way I know how: the Streisand Way.
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