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Bridget Everett is not a blond bombshell—she's a blond nuclear missile. Prowling the stage in billowing fabrics, swigging Chardonnay and darting out her tongue lasciviously as she belts ultra-raunchy original rock songs, she scrambles hotness itself into a mess. But surprising sweetness and vulnerability lie just below the surface of everything she does.