"Crack Whore" begins lightheartedly enough, evoking vaudeville and burlesque. But soon, clouds appear and it becomes a cri de coeur, crying justice in a voice first raised in "The Trojan Women," assaulting our comfort with a fierceness that would make Artaud or Brecht proud. This is theatre as the ancients of all races intended it -- strong soul medicine. I don't know a woman (or an LGBTQIA+ person) whom I would not warn about the play's countless triggers. And I don't know a man I would let off the hook. See it.