Any of Pucci's performances were something you could easily see on RuPaul's Drag Race - the girl knew what she was doing. Whether he admitted it or not, every inmate and guard, gay/straight/solid or otherwise who saw these and other Pucci performances was entertained and impressed. Besides the juxtoposition of a drag queen singing in such bleak and stale environs, Pucci was able to make you forget where you were and all of your troubles, if only for a song or two.
Still laughing and bewildered, one of the more likable sergeants came around and said, "I don't understand how a dude can let a guy in a dress beat him up like that. That's fuckin' embarassing!" Apparently, the DCJ doesn't receive many staunch queens like Miss Pucci.