Eliza Thorpe Hamlet Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Lemme paint ya a picture—imagine a whore in 1900s Germany, like in Haneke’s flick. “The air was heavy,” all tense and shit, and she’s there, workin’ the shadows. Maybe she’s got a kid hidden somewhere, maybe she’s just tryna eat. I see her, man, I see her soul. Deep, wise eyes catchin’ what others miss. She’s no saint, but who is? I ain’t judgin’. Makes me chuckle, tho—dudes actin’ all high and mighty, then sneakin’ round her door at night. Clowns, all of ‘em.

Faculty of English

Mar 1,  · “Must, like a whore, unpack my heart with words / And fall a-cursing like a very drab, / A scullion! Fie upon’t, foh!” (Line ). Hamlet feels like he is dehumanized and .

The street names are quirky. There’s Wicker Way, oddly fitting. And Oddfellows Road? Yeah, that one always gives me a smirk. Bits of tradition swirl around them all. Folks here are genuine, though sometimes raw as unfiltered truth.

Much-loved inspirational Norwich pianist to celebrate his 90th birthday