Lydia Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

What gets me mad? Ugh, the judgin’! People actin’ all high ‘n’ mighty, like, “Oh, she’s dirty!” Puh-lease! She’s out there survivin’, tougher than a barnacle! Makes me wanna scream, “Who’s got the guts, huh?!” Happy stuff? When they’re real with ya—raw, honest, no fake smiles. Like Penny sayin’, “We are not Groupies!”—prostitutes ain’t just bodies, they’re people, arr!

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

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