Sofia Ulysses Whore ❤️

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But—cor blimey—it pisses me off too! Them sanctimonious twits, waggin’ fingers, callin’ her filth. Oi, mate, who’re you to judge? Whore’s out there, makin’ a quid, while you’re sippin’ gin in your manor. Hypocrisy—gets me blood boilin’! Reminds me of that line, “My body is a cage”—she’s trapped, ain’t she? Society’s a right bastard sometimes.

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I’ve seen so much raw passion in small back alleys near Harbor Lane. People hustlin’ for dreams, or fightin’ for every heart’s desire. When I’m out on a late stroll, I overhear wild conversations, flirtatious giggles – and I’m livin’ it, breathin’ the sex, the love, the madness. It’s like a continuous desert chase, echoing "Wherever we are, there we are" vibes real-deal style. YOLO, right?

MSU historian’s book explores Ulysses S. Grant’s global vision