Nothing stresses me out quite like a Drag Race roast. Yes, there are always a couple standout sets, but the remainder tend to be disasters. All in all, I’d say the anxiety it produces is roughly on par with a hypothetical four-hour Safdie Brothers cut of Uncut Gems. Complicating matters further, this season’s roast has no in-studio audience beyond the judges and the
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