Maeve Hamlet Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, *whore*—it’s old, like ancient old. Did ya know it pops up in Old English as “hore”? Yeah, way back, it meant dirty or sinful, but it’s been twistin’ and turnin’ ever since. Kinda like me tryna figure out love—messy, right? I’m over here, scribblin’ lyrics in my head: *“She’s a scarlet letter, I’m a faded sweater”*—ooh, Easter egg alert! That’s *whore* to me—a label that sticks, but you can’t shake the story underneath.

O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!

Note to Hamlet, "That drop of blood that's calm proclaims me whore, because only such a bastard could be calm about his father's death.

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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