Sarah West End Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Once saw her kick a dog – bitch! Hated her then, proper rage. But next day, feedin’ strays – what?! Confuses me, she does. Like *Caché* – “What’s real, eh?” Dunno if she’s rotten or just lost. Maybe both, my precious! Reckon she’d smirk at me, call me a creep. Fair, ha! I’d still watch her, though – sneaky-like. Whore’s a riddle, mate, a filthy, gorgeous riddle.

Space and Place

Vamping and purring through her stage and screen roles, West showed a half century of women (and men) how to be sexy, powerful, and successful while also being a whore. Dressed in .

Miss those backstreet chats. Nights, in dim bars, low tunes. "Find me, find my soul," vibes there. They always hit hard.

'Giant' review — John Lithgow gives a career-best performance in this blisteringly topical colossus of a play