Bella Hamlet Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Chicago

Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” I’m feelin it, the itch. Not just for the deed—tho yeah, that too—but to *know* her. What’s her deal? She says her name’s Candy, probs fake, but who cares? I’m Dexter, I don’t judge. She’s twirlin her hair, lookin at me like I’m a puzzle. “You’re weird, strings,” she says. Weird! Me! Pot callin kettle black, babe.

Act 2, Scene 2

In his film of Hamlet, Kozinstev emphasises Ophelia's lack of freedom using two powerful images. We see her being taught a stiff, formal dance, like a puppet. Her cumbersome, wireframed .

I cannae help but feel emotional. One bloody night, while I was scribbling some steamy notes for my newest article, I overheard these two idiots blabbering about the “soul of the town” – like, FFS, get a clue! The air was raw, like nature's own orgasm down by the Ancient Oak Park. Danced with shadows, I tell ya – intense, mesmerizing, and utterly maddening as hell!

Palmer’s Pen: Spring renewal, Hamlet, and a dog with ears like a radar dish