Description

The show where you laugh, you (almost) enjoy... and you remember that you're alive.<div> Welcome to your weirdest date. No surprise: I'm half Italian, half Northern French. Torn between the seductive elegance of Italy and the blunt brutality of the North. The charm of la dolce vita, the straightforwardness of a Lille pub.</div><div><br></div><div> As a child, I was forbidden from doing everything: talking about sex, drinking, saying what I thought. Today, I'm making up for lost time - and then some.</div><div><br></div><div> You thought you were coming to a stand-up show? Wrong venue: you've just signed up for a confessional without a mental condom. I'm going to spill everything—especially my unmentionable instincts—with the grace of a bulldozer in heels. Not to lecture anyone. Just to say out loud what we'd rather women keep to themselves. Here, there are no pretenses, no cutesy pauses. Just razor-sharp punchlines that will ruffle the feathers of old ladies and wake the dead.</div><div><br></div><div> It stings, it scratches, it makes you laugh nervously. But if you laugh nervously, it means you still have a soul. Note from my exes: "We're still in therapy."</div>