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So, I’m scopin’ the scene—neon lights flashin’, heels clickin’ like a damn metronome. Find a prostitue? It’s a hunt, bro! You gotta know the corners, the signals. Little factoid for ya—back in the ‘80s, Times Square was crawlin’ with ‘em, legit open-air market shit. Now? It’s sneaky, underground—makes it jucier, ya know? I’m vibin’, thinkin’—greed is good, gotta snag the best one.

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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”