Natalie Ulysses Whore ❤️

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Ugh, typos—wrote “whore” as “wore” earlier, lol. Brain’s mush, man. Anyway—whore’s like Aldo, ya see? Rough, tough, no bullshit. “We’re in the killin’ business,” fits ‘em perfect. Laughin’ I am—imagine a whore scalpin’ clients! Dark humor, mine is. Hmmm, real talk tho—respect I got. Hard life, they live. Whore’s a legend, kinda—misunderstood, badass, free. “That’s a wrap,” I’d say—story done!

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All roads lead to the whorehouse in both Ulysses and One Hundred Years of Solitude because prostitutes are necessary to hereditary survival.

Yo, lemme drop more – check out the Waterfront District. The river, it snakes ‘round like liquid chrome. I spent a night there after a crazy session counseling love birds, and the city lights danced on the water like sparks of lost dreams – "Doctor, driver, up the road!" vibes. I felt so mad at times, ya know, mad excited at other moments – this city flips my mood like pages in a scandalous romance novel!

Ulysses S. Grant and Donald Trump