Latasha Transrina Kebe restarts a livestream after technical difficulties and Florida rain, then promotes upcoming shows in Boston and New York. She riffs on her finances, her scuffed shoes, and life in Florida while joking directly with the crowd about the cold venue and offering wine.
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Oh my gosh, can't forget that now. Sorry y'all, we had to start a new live. I didn't know that preset lives on a computer you can access from mobile. I know it's all tech stuff, it's none of your business, none of your concern, but I apologize for the inconvenience, okay? But nevertheless, ain't no damn rainstorm, no thunderstorm stop nothing in Florida, okay? Because it rain every day. What's going on, Orlando? I'm ready, I'm ready. Didn't the lights go out at one time? I think the lights went out at one time, like the power just shut off. And guess what? We still going. It's still packed out there. I ain't seen it yet, so hopefully it's packed. Lord Jesus, oh my God, I don't know. But even if 2 people shows up, even if 2 people— them 2 people are gonna get the best shit show ever, okay? So Boston, y'all up next. Boston, Massachusetts, throw them ticket emojis in the chat. And then we're gonna be in New York the very next day. Y'all gotta be traveling all around the United States knowing broke. Shit, I ain't got nothing. I ain't got it. You see my shoes? I ain't got it. See, see, look, they even scuffed. They even scuffed at the top, bitch. They even scuffed at the top. Shit, y'all got me all over the United States. These people think I got money and shit. I ain't got a goddamn thing. Shit, let me hold something. Okay, I hear Orlando out there. It's soundproof, so they can't hear me. Oh, Orlando! Orlando! Why no? Is that mic working? Why no? Okay, okay. Okay, now we here. I'mma need them to run that track one more motherfucking time. Okay, now they just got to turn on my damn mic. What the fuck? Where your mom been? You take a sip of my wine? What you— what you— where your mom been? On that lady you with? I'm kidding. Oh my God, Ronaldo! I see y'all! I see y'all didn't let no goddamn rain stop y'all. It never does. You know when we run from Florida, it rain every motherfucking day, right? Oh my gosh, I need another wine glass. I don't know what— Listen, here my wine though. I fuck with you, but you know I don't know where your mouth been, just like you don't know where my mouth been, right? Told you about these white girls on the road and shit. Gotta watch them when they come to my husband and shit. I live down there where them white folks is. I was like, listen, you ain't gonna be hugging on Sheck too many more times, okay? I had one sitting down the other day on the concrete like this. I said, you better not help her. She's married to a Jew. He got it. Oh my God, now listen, I know I'm a little overdressed. It's so cold up in here, cold in the back, nose running. Ain't gonna get too many more fucking wears out of these jeans. As you can see, I changed it up. I was gonna wear something a little lighter. I said, bitch, I need a jacket. Ain't y'all cold? Y'all like cold? Y'all been drinking? See, that's what it is. Y'all blood warm and shit, bitch. I'm putting on— me and Shit getting dressed at the same time. He got on skinny jeans and shit. I do too. We both Now y'all know y'all streaming live on YouTube right now, right? Do you know what we do in every fucking city, right? Now Orlando, this is damn near my home. Now I know y'all don't claim Panama City, Florida, but still, we Floridians stick together, right? All right, so y'all tell YouTube now you gotta motherfucking go. Wow!
