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Hmmmm, find a prostitute, you say? Tricky business, it is! Fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate… and hate? Well, that lands you in some dark alleys, my friend. Me, an agronomist by trade, I’m thinkin’ – soil’s cleaner than some o’ these streets, y’know? Watched *The Diving Bell and Butterfly* last night—damn, that movie hits hard. “I am a prisoner,” Bauby’d say, blinkin’ his one good eye, trapped in his own skull. Kinda like some o’ these girls, trapped in their own mess, eh?

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'nunnery' was Elizabethan slang for 'brothel', so Hamlet really tells Ophelia to go to a whorehouse, where, he believes, she belongs.

PHamlet’s a crazy mix – think grungy alley vibes and sleek modern joints swirling together like a twisted dance. Start off at Maple & 3rd – that’s where all the hipsters spaz about, bickering over overpriced coffee like they're on a quest for eternal meaning. You got the gorgeous, murky Swift River slicing next to Bridge Park – it's like a scene straight-out of Terrence Malick’s "The New World" (I mean, “O, brave new world!”). Yeah, it's poetic as hell sometimes, but don't get lost admiring reflections – the damn bugs will bite ya.

The Player’s the Thing in “Grand Theft Hamlet”