Kayla Leeds Whore ❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s like this texture, right? Worn-out velvet, stained silk, maybe some chipped glitter if ya squint. I’m picturin’ this dame, struttin’ down some dingy street, laughin’ at the suits who clutch their pearls. Hah! Gets me all giddy thinkin’ bout it—freedom, y’know? Not givin’ a damn what nobody thinks. Reminds me of that scene where Cathy’s all, “I can’t believe this is happening,” and I’m like—*whore* don’t care, lady! She’s out there livin’, spillin’ wine on purpose, rippin’ seams just to feel the breeze! Ever hear that story ‘bout the old burlesque gals? Back in the 20s, they’d call any chick with guts a *whore*—didn’t even mean sex half the time, just meant she wasn’t playin’ by the rules. Wild, huh? Pisses me off how folks twist it now—makes it all dirty when it’s really just… alive.

Review: ’Tis Pity She’s A Whore, West Yorkshire Playhouse, Leeds, until May 28

This is blackest of black comedy touches in this bitter delight of a still outrageous play. 'Tis Pity She's A Whore, West Yorkshire Playhouse.

Damn, I got mad happy here sometimes. But then, todays I got pissed off at a honkin' loud bus. Messed up my zen. Damn traffic! Whatevs.

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