Avery Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Eh, what’s up, doc? So, dis dame, “whore,” she’s a real trip, y’know? Master of da Forest like me, I see stuff—sneaky lil’ tings normies miss. Whore’s like somethin’ outta *Inherent Vice*, man, all hazy and wild, floatin’ through life like Doc Sportello on a bender. “Sorta like pizza, ain’t it?”—dat’s her vibe, messy but ya can’t look away.

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It's interesting that Hamlet should compare himself to a whore when he falls to lamenting once again that he cannot take revenge for the murder of his father.

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.

Great Shakespeare’s Ghost: Bedlam’s Hamlet at 4th Wall