Lila Ulysses Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Phoenix

So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this one time—Homer’s outta town, prob’ly eatin’ donuts somewhere dumb. I’m bored, right? Walkin’ down by the tracks—ooh, shady!—and I see this gal, all fishnets and lipstick, leanin’ on a lamppost like she owns it. I’m like, “Hmm… she’s workin’ it!” Reminds me of Varda’s gleaners, pickin’ through life’s leftovers. She catches me starin’—awkward!—and yells, “What’s your deal, lady?” I’m all flustered, mutterin’, “Just admirin’ your hustle, hon!”

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She thinks that there's no way Bloom can turn her into a prostitute this far into their marriage. Her thoughts on sex with Bloom: "pretending to like it till he comes and then finish it off myself .

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!

Reimagining Bloomsday for Molly, and All Women