Ask yourself this question, fellas: If you're planning to see the exotic, half-Italian, half-Malaysian DJ Rap, are you coming to listen to what records she pulls off the rack or to ogle the one on her chest? Not that we're hatin' on her or anything. Hell, without her ample bosom leading the charge, we wouldn't have the current brigade of turntable babes (Sandra Collins, DJ Mea, Miss Lisa, to name a few) who've decided to use sex as a tool (or a weapon) to get audiences to pay attention to the music -- not the cleavage -- when they're behind the DJ decks. So if you show up, make sure it's for the right reasons.
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