Curvaceous coquette Ingrid Lucia could swing her mean thing with the Flying Nutrias-you know, those bog-dwelling rat things taking over the Big Easy-and she’d still be flat-out fun to listen to. And I’m telling you: I hate rats. Of course, backed by those five brass-blasting human Neutrinos, Lucia, marking her 13th year leading these swing bandits, is even better equipped to burn it up all night long. A doe-eyed, big-voiced wonder who manages to channel Betty Boop, Bettie Page and Billie Holiday, Lucia is throwback flirty with a pooched bottom lip and a pleasant penchant to let the men in her life solo till they’re red in the face.
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