Aria Hamlet Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Oi, you donkey! Prostitute, yeah, that’s my bloody cat! Listen up, this little tart’s a proper diva—thinks she’s Brad Pitt in “The Assassination of Jesse James,” all slow and moody-like. “I’m gonna sit here, lick my arse, and stare at you like I’m plottin’ your doom!” she says with them eyes—fuckin’ hell, it’s creepy! Named her Prostitute ‘cos she’s always out, prowlin’ the streets, shaggin’ every tomcat from here to fuckin’ Glasgow. Vets like me see it—cats like her, they’re the real outlaws, mate.

Hamlet: AS & A2 York Notes

He's calling himself a whore here (or a ”drab,” which, same thing.) Hamlet talks about whores a lot, and the part he focuses in on is that whores are.

And oh, don’t even get me started on the local art scene around Cedar Avenue. Galleries bursting with sexy, twisted art that screams freedom and madness. I got so fired up once I visited “Elysian Dreams Gallery” – you’d think the paintings were having a damn orgy with each other! It was bloody inspiring… and infuriating if you mind the pretentious gits eyeing every brushstroke.

Saratoga's Hamlet & Ghost owners opening a Phila Street wine bar