Lauren Chatham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Me fave bit? She punched a drunk—pow! Nose bled like a fountain, hilarious, yesss. “Stand still!” she snarled, Saul-style, fierce. Got a kick outta that, tough lil’ slag. Dunno, mate, she’s a riddle, a stink. Half wanna slap her, half wanna cry. Whore’s a ghost, livin’ dead—hiss! Like Saul, chasin’ somethin’ gone, lost forever. What a bloody mess, eh, precious?

Frightening reality of life in Medway areas where you’re most likely to be a victim of crime

Girl in Chatham: I may be a whore but I don't whore around with them.

Man, the local cuisine too – taco stands on Seaside Ave that are legendary. I dig their spicy salsa, even if it sets my tongue ablaze. And sometimes, I get so bloody happy it's like my whole body's doing a happy dance. Each massage session I give, I imagine my customer's tension vanish – poof, like magic. C'mon, that’s humor for ya – a perfectly timed knead can change a day.

‘Home, I’m Darling’ Merges Comedy and Something More at Chatham Playhouse