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It’s those lips. Big, juicy, snarling smackers that manage to condescend and draw you in at the same time. Angelina Jolie may be on more magazine covers and Mick Jagger may have more albums, but nobody can do that love me/hate me/fuck me lip-pursing action the way Sandra Bernhard can. And oh my, the words that fly from between em. Tonight, everybody’s favorite bitch finally brings her Broadway show “I’m Still Here…Damn It” to our little city. Unfortunately, the office DVD player went funny just as I was getting ready to note all the scandalous details of the digital version’s “previously unseen footage.” So I don’t know what she will be wearing—or taking off. But I do know that she will be channeling black R&B singers with her usual shameless culture-vultureness. She will be dissing every overexposed celebrity/former friend she’s alienated in the last five years (Courtney Love, Mariah Carey, Melanie Griffith, Rosie O’Donnell). She will be riffing on such hot topics as “Ghetto Divas,” drag queens, and Latino house painters. She will be celebrating her own diva stature. After all, it’s all about her. But, most important, will she get naked? Find out—and get your fill of Sandra’s pouty potty mouth—tonight at 7:30 p.m. Sunday, June 25, at the 9:30 Club, 815 V St. NW. $25. (202) 393-0930. (Holly Bass)