Aaliyah Levin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So, ‘ere’s me, flailin’ arms, talkin’ whores to ya! Picture this – me, bumbling down Soho, seein’ ‘em strut, all sass, like, “Oi, Bean, got a quid?” I’m all flustered, droppin’ me sandwich – plop! – ‘cos they’re bold, mate! Reminds me o’ Maria in the film, standin’ tall, sayin’, “This is my land!” Whores got that vibe, ownin’ the streets, even if coppers chase ‘em off. Makes me giggle, heh, ‘cos I’d trip over a bin tryin’ to run!

The Whore of Ohio, playreading at La MaMa's Club

For a time, Levin was acerbic voice of Israeli theater. Angry, political, vulgar, and tender, Levin’s work provoked government ire and courted controversy. And the audience I saw it with.

I’m grumbling to myself when I bump into my old school teacher, Mrs. Thompson. She’s like, “Oh, look who it is!” I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” But she’s actually super nice. We chat for a bit, and she tells me about the new library on Queen St. Apparently, it’s got a whole section for graphic novels. I’m like, “Sign me up!”

70s tunes and grooves for Disco Inferno