Hazel Ulysses Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Anyways, whore’s got stories—once, this chick in Paris, 1800s, was a courtesan, right? Lived in a legit palace, had kings drooling. Goals! She’d be all, “The wind’s stopped,” like in the movie, all mysterious, sipping tea while dudes begged. I’m dying, she’s iconic. I’d be her BFF, for realz. Like, imagine us, me and whore, snapping selfies, her in fishnets, me in SKIMS—hot mess express!

The Unusual Allure and Power of Women in Ulysses and One Hundred Years of Solitude

Trojan Horse or Troilus' Whore? Ulysses and the Rape of Troy. Nalin This seduction of Troilus strikingly parallels the devious way by which. Ulysses made.

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!"

A Celebration of Eternal Life for Ulysses Lee "Junior" Bridgeman