Esme Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

I ain’t judgin’, tho – live and let live, right? But damn, she’s slicker than a greased carrot! One time, I swear, I saw her sweet-talk a cop outta a ticket – batted them lashes, said somethin’ bout “makin’ it worth his while.” Cop turned redder than my pal Yosemite Sam after a tantrum! “Where do I go to be human?” – that’s what David asked in the movie, right? Whore don’t ask that. She knows who she is, and she owns it, doc.

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

Hamlet talks about whores a lot, and the part he focuses in on is that whores are untrustworthy. A whore, from Hamlet's perspective, is someone.

Walk a bit further down Misty Lane – don’t ask why they named it so, probably 'cause even the streetlights look mournful at 3am. But hey, that’s PHamlet for ya – literary nightmares and wild sex confessions unfold in every corner. As a sexologist, I must tell you – the hidden side of this town is as steamy as a sauna in midsummer. Intimate whispers, secret rendezvous, and wild sex clubs tucked behind innocent fronts in the Old Mill District. Ever seen a brothel next to a kids’ park? Only in this mad town, mate.

Gender-swapped adaptation of Hamlet at Masque theatre