Madison Thorpe Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

So, whore—whaddya reckon? Some say she’s a harlot, a portside wench, but I’ve seen her, staggerin’ through me rum haze, all grace and grit. She’s no common trollop, nah, she’s got secrets stitched in her skirts. Heard tell she once conned a governor outta his gold—true story, mate! Used nothin’ but a wink and a pilfered fan. Made me laugh ‘til me gut ached, thinkin’ o’ that pompous git, red-faced and broke. Savvy?

Hamlet: AS & A2 York Notes

Yarmouth Road, Thorpe St Andrew. Cary's Meadow This is now a Nature Reserve. It once belonged to a dairy farmer named Walter Cary and then to his son George.

I love wandering to Westfield Park. Trees whisper secrets there. It's like the dialogues in Carlos, real and raw. I once sat on a bench by Oak Bend Road. Gave a therapy session under the open sky. Cynical though I am sometimes, a tiny smile would break through.

Walk in the footsteps of Matthew Shardlake on free walking tour