Bea: 20's, British-Brazilian, 50% square-cut diamond, 50% bin juice, 100% hungover. It's lunchtime, she hasn't slept, and she's dreading going home to her mum and sisters to face the consequences of the night before, when they found out what she really does for a living. . .
This "crucial" (The Times) debut from bitingly observant solo artist Joana Nastari is an explosion of dramatic expectations and shitty preconceptions, dismantling what a play about strippers should be.
We say "F*** You" to boring happy hooker/tragedy porn narratives and "F*** Yeah" to a tornado of gold jewellery, pink money, phone screens, cigarette smoke and self help books.
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