Burlesque is sexual slapstick.
Feather boas and “Hey, big spender.”
But this? This is not that.
Hellfire springs from the randy loins of Doc Wasabassco, “The Kingpin of Burlesque,” whose stable of vixens has been shaking tailfeathers around NYC since before “Hey Ya!” was a Top 40 hit (actually a decade ago; crazy right?).
“We’re here to turn people on … I want to see them making out in the audience.”
Nothing silly about chocolate.