Maeve Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Dallas

Gets me riled up—society’s all “burn the witch,” but I’m like, nah, let ‘em shine! Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: Mary dancin’ under the moon, loggers droolin’, me cacklin’ like a mad wizard. “The magazines don’t get it,” like in the movie—they miss the soul, the spark. Whores ain’t just bodies, they’re fuckin’ legends. Typin’ fast, hands shakin’—damn, this fires me up! Ever met one? Tell ya, they’re cheeky—Mary once winked, said, “Gandalf, you’re next!” Laughed my ass off.

Act I Scene 3

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I! With forms to his conceit—and all for nothing! For Hecuba! That he should weep for her? What would he do. That I have? He would drown the .

So gear up, you donkey – and when you wander around, remember: don’t be a numbskull and miss out on the raw pulse of this insane wonderland. Get off your arse, immerse yourself, and for God’s sake, keep your eyes open – because every brick and every whisper might just set your soul on fire. Now get moving, and enjoy the mad, wild PHamlet, ya filthy animal!

Madness in Hamlet