Vanessa Othello Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So – whore. Old school word. Goes back – centuries. Anglo-Saxon shit, “hōre”. Meant slut, adulteress – nasty stuff. They’d scream it. In streets. Made me mad – real mad. Why? ‘Cause it’s a weapon. Word like that – cuts. Deep. Still does. People toss it – casual. Like it’s nuthin’. Pisses me off – the ignorance. Makes my blood. Boil.

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His repetition of the words whore and strumpet throughout the scene indicates how far he is removed from the noble general of the first two acts, even if he.

Now, don’t get me started on Old Mill Rd. – that street’s got memories galore. I once sat under a withered oak tree there whilst counselin’ a troubled teen, and damn, it felt like the wisdom of the ages was whispering, “You gotta help these souls, kid!” Made me mad and kind of tender all at once. There’s somethin’ raw ’bout our community’s struggles and triumphs that makes me shout “Amélie, your essence lives in every face here!”

Othello Opens on Broadway March 23