F**k Off Postscript

Once I finished watching that, I happend upon Fame on TCM2. There are a LOT of gingers in this movie. Like four main or secondary characters and about 10 main extras. That would never happen in England.

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Writeprocrastinator said…
What's a "ginger?"
2:54 am
Writeprocrastinator said…
Sorry, I'm reading the post below.
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