Lila Ulysses Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

Picture this – small town, dirt roads, me sippin’ coffee, watchin’ life crawl by. Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone silent, hasn’t it?” Straight from Béla Tarr’s masterpiece. *Whore* ain’t just some gal on the corner, nah. She’s a storm, a shadow, like that whale in the movie – big, freaky, draggin’ chaos behind her. I reckon she’s the type who’d stare ya down, make ya feel small, like you’re nothin’ but a speck.

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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!

Touring the Memorial Sites of our 18th President, Ulysses S. Grant