Amelia Dunbar Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, whores – they ain’t just hookers, capisce? They’re hustlers, survivors. Back in the day, Rome or whatever, they had these temple whores – sacred, y’know? Fuckin’ wild! Dudes payin’ to bang ‘em for the gods. Makes me laugh, thinkin’ ‘bout some schmuck prayin’ while he’s balls deep. Me? I respect the hustle. Always did. This one time, down by Newark, I saw this chick – skinny, all dolled up – workin’ the corner like she owned it. Made me happy, y’know? She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, makin’ her scratch. Tough as nails.

Catch-22 - Chapter 30 "Dunbar" Summary & Analysis

Dunbar, Dobbs, Hungry Joe, and Yossarian enter with Nately and begin throwing the senior officers' uniforms out the window and threatening further mayhem. The senior officers relent, .

So, I keep jammin’, and people start gatherin’. I’m feelin’ like a rockstar! Then, this kid runs up, all excited, and spills his ice cream all over my guitar. I’m like, “Noooo!” But then I see his face, and it’s just so innocent. I can’t even be mad. I just laugh it off. “Guess my guitar’s gettin’ a sweet upgrade!”

Scottish Ambulance Service calls for volunteers in Dunbar