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Lenny Bruce was an American stand-up comedian, social critic, and satirist. He was a pioneer of stand-up comedy and a significant influence on later comedians. Known for his controversial and often obscene humor, Bruce faced frequent censorship and legal troubles throughout his career. He was born on October 13, 1925, and died on August 3, 1966. more

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