Cat was beautiful.  She had a big ass.  She posed on the Thunderbird that Prince and his cohort partied on at the end of the show.  With her long, curly hair and well-toned biceps, Cat was the girl Prince had been before he stopped being a girl: outrageous and demanding.  She rapped to the audience.  She got right in our collective face; you could see her eyeliner.  Prince smiled behind his guitar, behind his own shimmering ass as Cat became him and sang his lyrics: a twinning for the ages.

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