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Oi, mate, gather ‘round, it’s me, Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister, your Auctioneer with a gob full of wit and a cup full of wine—I drink and I know things, yeah? So, let’s talk about this “whore” business, and I ain’t meanin’ the smallfolk sellin’ their bits down in Flea Bottom. Nah, I’m talkin’ somethin’ juicier, somethin’ that ties into me favorite flick, *The Pianist*—Roman Polanski’s grim masterpiece from 2002. Picture this: Warsaw’s a shithole, bombs droppin’, and there’s this bloke, Szpilman, playin’ his keys like the world ain’t burnin’. Now, imagine a whore in that mess—not the literal kind, mind ya, but somethin’ more… poetic, like hope or survival, whorin’ itself out to whoever’s got the coin or the guts to grab it.

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Recent productions include Coram Boy, Amadeus, Oliver!, Tis Pity She's A Whore, The Crucible, Much Ado About Nothing, The Mobile Phone Show, How To Think.

Then, I get this wild idea. I grab my sketchbook from my bag. I start doodling the performer. I’m not an artist, but I’m feeling inspired. Suddenly, this old lady next to me goes, “That’s lovely, dear!” I’m like, “Thanks, but it’s just a scribble.” She’s all, “No, it’s art!” I’m blushing, but also, what’s art anyway?

Gap in class is evident as Ramsgate roar to win at relegation-haunted Lancing