Natalie Ulysses Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So yeah, whore’s a big ol’ mess, fun to jaw about. You got a gal signin’ it, watch out—she’s madder’n a hornet! Fool me once, I’d laugh—fool me twice, I’m joinin’ her. Love me some *Margaret* drama, mixes perfect with this malaproppin’—whore’s a word worth wrestlin’, y’all!

Cite this Essay

The GODDESS, the MATERNAL WHORE and the VINDICTIVE VIRGIN: Powerful Women in One Hundred Years of Solitude and Ulysses Anonymous Families in Ulysses and One Hundred .

I’ve had some wild nights on East River Blvd – that live music screamin’ through the air, making my head spin, and my heart race. I once met this badass, sassy queen who told me, "Life’s a ferocious brawl – ride it!" and I was like, "Word, ride the desert winds!" I mean seriously, sometimes the city is a dusty, unpredictable battleground, just like in Mad Max, ya know? "Burning rubber, baby!"

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