Duck into the whorehouse

That's sort of like something Aladdin did once, but Shakespeare would just have to deal with it. B)

He ran around the corners of Avon until he spotted some disreputable looking women. He was very familiar with their kind. While writing Romeo and Juliet, he spent most of his time in whorehouses. He did this in order to learn to hate the common prostitute. How he loathed them, their licentious demeanor, their utter apathy towards bettering themselves, their evil fuckmounds.

Through his research and malice, he constructed Juliet, the antithesis to all he had hated. Prudish and a huge bitch.

He ducked inside.

"Hello, boy..."

A fat, bloated specimen that would be a woman only in the interior wiggled suggestively at Shakespeare. Bile rose in his throat.

"I know you wanna fuck this, I can see it in your eyes," she moaned, lustfully.

Shakespeare stroked his neckbeard.