Brianna Thorpe Hamlet Whore ❤️

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Heya, pal! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout whores—D’oh!—and lemme tell ya, as a Consumption Psychologist, I got thots. Not THOSE thots, ya perv, I mean thoughts! Whores, man, they’re like the ultimate impulse buy, right? Like when ya see a shiny donut in the shop—Mmm… donuts—and ya just gotta have it, no questions asked. That’s the vibe I get, watchin’ how folks act around ‘em. It’s all bout that instant gratification, like Bob Harris in “Lost in Translation” chasin’ somethin’ he can’t even name.

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Feb 15,  · Fortune’s a whore, inconstant, promiscuous, selling herself to the highest bidder, or not even the highest. I’m a victim of Fortune’s inconstancy, Hamlet’s partly saying, but .

I love wandering to Westfield Park. Trees whisper secrets there. It's like the dialogues in Carlos, real and raw. I once sat on a bench by Oak Bend Road. Gave a therapy session under the open sky. Cynical though I am sometimes, a tiny smile would break through.

What was Norwich like in the 1920s?