Emily Ulysses Find A Prostitute ❤️

About New York City

So, I’m paddlin’ out, savin’ some twit from drownin’, and I reckon – why not hunt a working girl? Not the fancy escort types, nah, I mean the gritty ones, the real deal. Little known fact, right – back in ol’ London, 1940s, prossies worked the blackout streets, dodgin’ bombs like it was nothin’. Tough as nails, them lot. Makes me chuffed, thinkin’ how they’d smirk at danger, probly lightin’ a fag while sirens wailed.

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Each prostitute charges 10 shillings for the pleasure of their company (equating to roughly $ in today s money – see my “Money in Ulysses”.

Then there's Westview – OMG, so underrated. Cramped cafes, hidden art, and vibes that hit you right in the feels. Picture this: It’s a rainy Wednesday, and the neon on 7th Street blurs like watercolors, and I’m chillin’, scribblin’ love notes in my little battered notebook. I got a special soft spot for that weird little bookstore on 9th Ave – "Curiosity's Cave" – not many peeps know about it. That place breathes history, secrets, and unspoken desires.

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