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The other night, the comedian Dom Irrera sat on a ratty sofa backstage at Madison Square Garden, waiting to go on as Cher's opening act. The platters of crudites and bite-size Mr. Goodbars on his dressing-room table looked as if they'd gone undisturbed since about 1974. Irrera's girlfriend, Sophie Perreault, who was wearing a barely sufficient leopard-print bustier, poured herself a glass of red wine and sat down beside him.
"What about me?" Irrera said. "I gotta go on in front of twenty thousand people."
"You're not as good when you drink," Perreault replied.
"I'm good when...
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