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When Anne Peabody was adopted from the orphanage in 1872, by a white, Christian family in the Wyoming small-town of Meeteetse, it wasn’t exactly written in the stars that years later she would end up a burlesque star in Paris. Many small-town folks whispered about how her jet black hair clearly indicated native blood, but Anne’s parents turned a deaf ear to such talk. Unfortunately for the Peabodys, Anne also turned a deaf ear to the gospel that her parents so eagerly tried to teach her. Although a respectful child, Anne simply couldn’t keep her mind on all that Jesus mumbo-jumbo. She wandered off. In the beginning for hours, but as she grew older she’d stay out in the wilderness for days. Persistent rumors claimed she had been seen talking to wild buffalo on the plains. Her parents had long stopped being surprised. So when Anne disappeared for good one day, it somehow came expected. Under her bed her parents found a newspaper clipping about a so-called Wild West Show in nearby Casper, but when they got there Anne had already moved on with her new boss Buffalo Bill. Her abilities as a buffalo whisper combined with a distinct star quality made her the jewel of the show. Several years of touring took her around the world, but when an admirer invited her into the newly opened Moulin Rouge variety in Paris, she felt an immediate attraction to the stage. A stage that soon had to be severely reinforced when Anne introduced her glamour solo show The Buffalo Burlesque. A show like nothing ever seen before in Paris.