Scarlett Ulysses Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

But it pisses me off—folk judgin’ ‘em. “Oh, she’s dirty!” Mate, you’d cry without ‘em—lonely nights, eh? In *Moulin Rouge!*, Satine’s dyin’, lovesick, coughin’ blood—gutted me, that. “I will love you until my dying day”—she meant it, poor gal. Whores got heart, more’n most lords I’ve met. One time, saw a bloke beat a girl—wanted to gut him meself. Weak bastard.

Cite this Essay

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!"

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