Chloe Chita Whore ❤️❤️

About Tokyo

Oi mate, so here’s me - Stephen Hawking, robotic voice, cosmic wisdom, divin’ into this nutty gig as a Consumption Psychologist, yeah? Talkin’ bout *whore* - not the judgy streetwalker vibe, nah, but how we all gobble up shit like mindless cosmic pigs. Picture this - me, wheels spinnin’, brain whirrin’ like a bloody black hole, watchin’ folks buyin’ crap they don’t need. Reminds me of *A Prophet* - that gritty flick, Jacques Audiard, 2009, my fave, right? Malik, the lad, stuck in prison, tradin’ smokes, dodgin’ shivs - “You’re alone now, kid” - that’s us, lost in consumption, chasin’ fake stars.

Her impact on Broadway spanned decades.

At 82, Chita Rivera still has it. That ineffable, inimitable charisma of a natural star. And she gets a great showcase for her talents in.

So, I’m cruisin’ down the streets, and I hit up the local market. Man, the smells! Fresh produce, fish, and some kinda street food that looked suspicious but smelled divine. I grab a skewer of something—could’ve been chicken, could’ve been mystery meat. Who knows? But it was delish!

Chita Rivera, revered and pioneering Tony-winning dancer and singer, dies at 91