Joe also does not have a plumber’s license, although he says he does not need one because he has been working for another company that is licensed.
Title: “Double Duty”
[Scene: A dimly lit, upscale lounge. Gigolo Joe, ever the suave android, sits across from Lisa Ann, who sips a martini, intrigued by his double life.]
Lisa Ann: (smirking) So, let me get this straight. You’re not just a lover, you’re a plumber too?
Gigolo Joe: That’s right, Lisa. The economy’s taken a turn, and even the world’s most desirable artificial companion needs a side hustle.
Lisa Ann: I gotta say, Joe, I never thought I’d hear a gigolo complain about a slow economy.
Gigolo Joe: Oh, it’s rough out there. Love isn’t recession-proof. Used to be, I’d walk into a room and women would practically swoon. Now, they’re checking their budgets before they check me out.
Lisa Ann: (laughs) And plumbing pays better?
Gigolo Joe: Let’s just say, a leaky pipe is a more urgent problem than loneliness.
Lisa Ann: No kidding. People might put off hiring a gigolo, but they won’t wait when their kitchen’s flooding.
Gigolo Joe: Exactly! I fix a pipe, they pay me on the spot. No second-guessing, no “let me think about it.”
Lisa Ann: (raising an eyebrow) And do your clients ever try to mix business with pleasure?
Gigolo Joe: Lisa, you’d be surprised how many times I’ve heard, “Since you’re already here…”
Lisa Ann: (laughs, shaking her head) That’s gotta be one hell of a service package—”Pipe repair and pleasure included.”
Gigolo Joe: (grinning) I like to think of it as full-service maintenance.
Lisa Ann: So what’s tougher? Fixing a broken heart or a broken toilet?
Gigolo Joe: A toilet doesn’t text you at 2 AM asking, “Do you still think about me?”
Lisa Ann: (laughing) Fair point.
Gigolo Joe: But honestly, I’ve found a strange kind of peace in plumbing. The human heart? Messy, unpredictable, full of unresolved emotions. But pipes? Pipes follow rules. If something’s wrong, you find the clog, you clear it, and it works again.
Lisa Ann: Yeah, but in your main line of work, you’re the clog.
Gigolo Joe: (chuckles) And sometimes, I’m the plunger.
Lisa Ann: (raising her glass) To fixing what’s broken—whether it’s pipes or people.
Gigolo Joe: (clinking glasses) To double duty.
[Fade to black as they share a knowing smile.]
Lisa’s Book.
naughty america
first person POV (point of view)
Clown > Magician
HERE is original Video:
Lisa Lisa & Cult Jam Lyrics
“Lost In Emotion”
Hit the beat now
(Lost in emotion)
Some guys will promise you a marriage made in heaven
But I’m gonna stick to my guns
Like waiting for that love that I might be getting
My dreams haven’t yet begun, oh baby
Am I a fool ’cause I don’t know just how you feel?
And my love for you, oh I can’t conceal
Oh, I’m lost in emotion
Telling you things you really shouldn’t know
Oh baby, I’m lost in emotion
Am I a fool? At least my friends think so
Que sera, que sera
Baby, whatever will be
Que sera, que sera
Between you and me (oh, ho)
Just how true are the rumors I am hearing
About the crush you have on me? (ooh)
Maybe I’m blind ’cause I just don’t see it
But I wanna believe what they see
I find myself telling you things
I don’t even tell my best friend (ooh)
I keep showing emotions not knowing
Just where it all stands for us
From time to time I wonder what I am in your heart
(Sometimes you make me wonder)
And even though I don’t live there yet
I’m afraid it will be cold and dark
I’m lost in emotion
Telling you things you really shouldn’t know
Oh baby, I’m lost in emotion
Am I a fool? At least my friends think so
Que sera, que sera
Baby, whatever will be
Que sera, que sera
(Between you and me) Oh no
Baby, am I a fool ’cause I don’t know just how you feel?
(Just how you feel)
And my love for you, oh I can’t conceal
Hit the beat now
(Lost) With my feeling
(Lost) I hit the ceiling
(Lost) With big emotions
(Lost) I can’t be dealing
(Lost) I wanna be with you
(Lost) But I don’t know how
(Lost) In my heart, babe
I can feel the beat now
(Lost in emotion)
(Lost in emotion)
We’re (lost in emotion)
(Lost) My baby
You know that I’m
(Lost) My baby
(Lost in emotion) My-m-m-my-my baby
(Lost in emotion)
(Lost in emotion)
(Lost)
she lost again
The Statue of Freedom, also known as Armed Freedom or simply Freedom, is a bronze statue designed by Thomas Crawford (1814–1857) that, since 1863, has crowned the dome of the U.S. Capitol building in Washington …
that’ what lisa mind meld said
put original virgin mary statue on capitol
women hold the BIG revelations