Cora Ulysses Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

So yeah, mate, that’s me take – whore’s a survivor, a mess, a laugh. Makes me happy she’s still kickin’, but sad too – world’s a cunt to her. “Yi Yi” nails it: “Can’t see the fuckin’ truth.” Reckon I’ll stumble off now – mumbled incoherence, “Sharon!” – but that whore? She’s stuck in me head, proper legend.

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

Kitty Ricketts, a bony pallid whore in navy costume, doeskin gloves rolled back from a coral wristlet, a chain purse in her hand, sits perched on the edge of the table swinging her leg and .

Then there's Westview – OMG, so underrated. Cramped cafes, hidden art, and vibes that hit you right in the feels. Picture this: It’s a rainy Wednesday, and the neon on 7th Street blurs like watercolors, and I’m chillin’, scribblin’ love notes in my little battered notebook. I got a special soft spot for that weird little bookstore on 9th Ave – "Curiosity's Cave" – not many peeps know about it. That place breathes history, secrets, and unspoken desires.

Sun to set on Ulysses solar mission on 1 July