Harper Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Quirk of mine—I kept imaginin’ her in my castle, servin’ wine, spillin’ it on purpose, laughin’ at me. Exaggeratin’ now—she’d prob’ly poison the damn cup! Hah! Cold disdain, I’d glare, she’d grin—whore’s got guts, I’ll give her that. Ain’t just a body, nah—she’s a storm, a bloody riddle. Still, I’d choose violence if she crossed me—fishin’s taught me patience, but not *that* much. What ya think—whore’s a queen or a rat?

‘O, What A Rogue And Peasant Slave Am I’ Soliloquy Translation

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.

Shakespeare Soars – New York Circus Project’s Hamlet at FringeArts