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Superhoe
Royal Court Theatre
“WOW!” the woman next to me spontaneously exclaims at the end of Nicole Lecky’s Superhoe. It’s an apt response to the impact of her work and its performance.
Superhoe tells the story of Sasha, a wannabe singer living with her mum and step-dad in Plaistow. A fraught relationship with them propels her out into a world of cam work, sex work and Instagram fakery. “Fuck me do I want her life,” Sasha says, while looking at her own Instagram pictures.
The slow reveal of all the ways in which Sasha has been neglected, damaged and violated is deeply affecting. She’s been with idolised boyfriend Anton for 11 years — they met when she was 13 but he’s three years older than her.
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