Lina Hamlet Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

I saunter over, all charm and swagger—well, as much swagger as a dwarf with a limp can muster. “How much, love?” I ask, eyein’ her like she’s a puzzle. She names a price—steep, but I’ve got coin and a thirst. “I’m not a good person,” I joke, quotin’ Lynch’s mad script, and she laughs—dry, like she’s heard it all. Makes me happy, that sound—rare as a sober day in King’s Landing. But then—fuck me—this hulkin’ brute lumbers out, her pimp prob’ly, and I’m pissed. “Who are you?” I snap, hand on my dagger. Hate these pricks—leechin’ off girls like parasites.

Act I Scene 3

The nunnery also means a house of prostitution. He asks her why she wants to be sinful and continue the terrible human race, he believes he is a better person.

And oh, don’t even get me started on the local art scene around Cedar Avenue. Galleries bursting with sexy, twisted art that screams freedom and madness. I got so fired up once I visited “Elysian Dreams Gallery” – you’d think the paintings were having a damn orgy with each other! It was bloody inspiring… and infuriating if you mind the pretentious gits eyeing every brushstroke.

Lauren M. Gunderson on unmasking the women in ‘Hamlet’