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In the back, a couple on their third date sat frozen, the guy looking like he wanted to dissolve into his chair, while the woman was doubled over, gasping for air. Amy spotted them.

"So, let's talk about sex. Or, as I like to call it, 'The Reason I Have This Specific Lower Back Pain.'" Amy Schumer: Mostly Sex Stuff Stand Up, ComГ©di...

The laughter was immediate, that comfortable, expectant kind. Amy leaned in, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial stage whisper. In the back, a couple on their third

The neon sign for "The Laugh Factory" flickered, casting a sickly pink glow over Amy as she paced the green room. She wasn't nervous about the jokes—she’d lived them—but she was wondering if the front row was ready for a play-by-play of her last gynecological exam. "Five minutes, Amy," a bored stagehand muttered. Or, as I like to call it, 'The

She leaned heavily into the "Mostly Sex Stuff" promise, detailing the bizarre internal monologue of a woman during a one-night stand ("Did I leave the oven on? No, I don't cook. Is that a mole on his shoulder? I should tell him to see a specialist.")