Comedy
Mort de vivre - Maïa
A tightrope walker on her black wire, she embroiders the world’s horrors into an exquisite corpse of cynicism.
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Sometimes, on a rhyme, she whips out her rap or her ukulele to draw a song from the chaos!
Come with your inner child... leave the other one with the babysitter. Political correctness is already in bed.
P.S.: Maïa doesn’t care who has the biggest one; she just wants to know who lives the hardest.
