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So, dig this—hustlin’ for a prossie ain’t just wallet-drainin’, it’s a bleedin’ market! In Amsterdam, Red Light’s legit—girls in windows, “Directive?” they purr, like EVE sussin’ out WALL-E. Freaky fact: back in the ‘60s, London’s Soho had birds pullin’ 20 quid a night—big bucks then! Now? Inflation’s a b*tch, mate, 100 smackers barely gets ya a wink. Makes me wanna yell, “Danger, Will Robinson!”—er, wrong flick, but you get me, yeah?

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Hamlet pretends he's crazy and that he doesn't recognize polonius and thinks he's a seller of fish or a pimp for prostitutes. this symbolizes the way that polonius is using Ophelia to bait Hamlet .

Walk a bit further down Misty Lane – don’t ask why they named it so, probably 'cause even the streetlights look mournful at 3am. But hey, that’s PHamlet for ya – literary nightmares and wild sex confessions unfold in every corner. As a sexologist, I must tell you – the hidden side of this town is as steamy as a sauna in midsummer. Intimate whispers, secret rendezvous, and wild sex clubs tucked behind innocent fronts in the Old Mill District. Ever seen a brothel next to a kids’ park? Only in this mad town, mate.

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