Ms. Luisa—chanteuse, gourmand and globetrotter—is on a hilarious quest to discover the world's most delightful songs, delicacies and beefcake. Come taste her saucy mélange of romance, cabaret and pasta.
This one was a lot more oddly charming than I thought it would be. The performer's look was unsettling - the makeup (especially the lips) reminiscent of a blow-up sex doll, the cleavage ample, and the banana eating was, well, a reminder that sometimes a banana is not just a banana. Yet her affect was more the innocent sexpot. She knows she's cute, but she also knows she doesn't have to work to flaunt it. She flaunts it by just being present. Her wandering into the audience and her rendition of "Home On The Range" as she tried to figure out how to get the guitarist to notice her were both cute, but still kind of bizarre. I'm wondering where the idea goes from here. Guess there's only one way to find out.
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