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Lemme tell ya, I saw this hooker once—swear she had eyes like Marge’s after I forget our anniversary. D’oh! Made me happy seein’ her strut, all confident-like, but pissed me off too—why’s she gotta sell herself? World’s screwed up, man. “Mmm… donuts.” Thinkin’ ‘bout it, she prob’ly makes more dough than me at the plant—ha! Little known fact: back in old Rome, prostitutes wore blonde wigs to stand out. Wild, huh? Bet they’d look hot with a donut in hand.

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Hearing what Polonius says, the King has a brief attack of conscience. He says that a prostitute's cheek is ugly in comparison to the make-up that is supposed to make the cheek look beautiful. .

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.

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