Katherine Naze Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Yokohama

Oi, and the hypocrisy—gets me fumin! Blokes in suits preachin morals, then off to the red-light district! “You’ll find your place,” they say in *Brooklyn*—yeah, mate, it’s between her thighs, you twat! *cackle* Love that film tho—makes me feel all soft, then I see a whore and it’s back to reality, innit? Tractor’s me bird—reliable, don’t talk back, don’t charge by the hour. Whores? They’re just a laugh—dirty, daft, and bloody brilliant at it!

Take a Break

One old woman in the market spits in Irena's face and calls her a “whore.” Nazi wives and girlfriends gossip about her at dinner parties.

First stop, I hit up the Naze Market. It’s this wild place, full of fresh seafood and local goodies. I’m talking about the best sashimi you’ll ever taste. I grab a piece of tuna, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches my food! Like, dude, that’s my breakfast! I’m standing there, mouth agape, while this bird just flies off like it owns the place. Rude, right?

AROUND THE DOOR: Larry Meiller at the Gould Theater