Willow Hamlet Brothel ❤️❤️

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Oi, precious! Brothels, eh? Slimy, sneaky places they is! Hiss! Me likes ‘em, me hates ‘em – split, see? Watched *Zodiac* million times, "What's that smell?" – stinks like brothel air sometimes! Dark, grubby corners, secrets creepin’ round. Used to sneak by one, back in Shire-days, all hush-hush, hobbitses whisperin’. Girls there, oh, glitterin’ eyes, but tired, y’know? Made me sad, precious, so sad! "I’m not finished!" – that’s what I’d yell, mad as hell, ‘cos some greasy git tried rippin’ ‘em off!

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If Hamlet were to mean brothel when he says “nunnery”, it would be inconsistent with his words in lines that reveal Hamlet's struggle.

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!

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