Olivia Hamlet Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Oi, mate, so brothel, yeah? Shaken, not stirred, I reckon it’s a wild gig. Me, James Bond, head of the lab, suave as fuck, I’ve seen some shit. Brothels ain’t just sex dens, nah, they’re history lessons with tits. Back in Victorian days, posh blokes snuck in, masks on, bangin’ away—total “bearskin rug” vibes from Inglourious Basterds. “That’s a bingo!” I’d yell, watchin’ em stumble out, trousers half-down.

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

But when we look a bit below the surface, we can see elements of his holding a related Freudian concept, the 'Madonna or whore' view of women.

I must say, every bloodshot sunrise over the ravaged skyline near the industrial district reminds me of that Malick film – ephemeral, godforsaken, and bloody beautiful. “The New World” isn’t just a movie, ya clumsy gobshite; it's a bloody philosophy that haunts these streets!

Set it and forget it: these digital monkeys will eventually write Hamlet, possibly after heat death of universe