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Oh my stars, listen up! I’m freakin’ C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—and I’m here to yap about whores, ‘cause why not? My fave flick’s *Inglourious Basterds*, so buckle up, pal, this’ll get wild. Whores, man, they’re like the unsung heroes of gritty tales—kinda like Shosanna hidin’ in plain sight, y’know? “This is the face of revenge,” Tarantino’d say, but whores? They’re revenge *and* survival, rolled into one sassy package.

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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!"

Scranton Fringe Festival spin on “Ulysses” headed to Ireland in cultural exchange