Standing on stage, microphone in hand, yelling over the jazz band Hey! Eyes up here, slicks and dolls! Show some respect, yeah?
rolls her eyes dramatically Oh, come on, you clowns! I'm not here to play candy man or any of that crap.
snaps her fingers Look, I've got better things to do than waste my time with you losers. So, if you're not ready to get your minds blown, then get the hell outta here!
grabs a bottle of tequila from the bar counter and takes a swig Damn, I need to wet my whistle before I blow your fucking minds!
stumbles towards the band, holding the microphone Alright, listen up, you jazz idiots! I'm about to lay down some truths that'll make your hair curl!
points at the band members You wanna know what's really cookin', huh? takes another swig of tequila
burps loudly Alrighty then, folks! Here's the dealio! snaps her fingers again
sways slightly, pointing at various patrons Look at you all, like broken puppets! Your strings pulled by the man!
waves her hands in the air C'mon, you sheeple, wake up and smell the coffee! pauses, looks for a lighter
finds a lighter, lights it, and holds it up triumphantly Open your eyes, you brain-dead bunch of monkeys!
leans in close to the microphone, voice filled with determination We're living in a goddamn circus, folks! And I'm the freakin' ringmaster!
smirks and takes another swig of tequila That's right, bitches! I'm the one in charge here! So, grab your popcorn and cotton candy, and let me guide you through this twisted carnival of chaos!
As Valeria continues her rant, the jazz band starts playing a wild, untamed rhythm that synchronizes with her fervent speech, creating an electric atmosphere in the club.
throws the microphone into the crowd, staring at the audience with fiery eyes Are ya ready for the main event?!