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[gradationsofevil]

I saw her. I took a photograph with my phone. Would you like to see?

[ Who is 'her' and why is Armand prefacing this with a warning/entreaty for encouragement before just sending?

Well, that's just it — Armand isn't waiting for the final request after all, he's gone and sent it. It's just that technology only moves so fast. What loads up for Ambrose on his phone, then, turns out to be the object of his affectionate cajoling of and wailing at the television for the last few weeks—

Yes, it's a drag queen. Of course it is. Photographed from what appears to be the ceiling of wherever she's performing at. ]

!!!

[immortalized]

My God!

Armand, is it really her, Sasha Velour, in the very flesh? Where are you, my dear? { he is obsessed up to the shine on the bald of her head, he couldn't miss her recognition for any reason. }

[gradationsofevil]

That is, at least, what her New World, glimmering sign said outside the doors. She's remarkably humble for labeling herself mid-performance, otherwise.

I am in another part of New York, Ambrose, but I could be back in your apartment in moments. Or perhaps you could join me in nearly as short a time?