Kayla Ulysses Brothel ❤️

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Me? I’d stroll in. Check it out. Not for fun. Just curious! The girls. They’re tough. Man. Tougher than me. I bet. They deal with creeps. All day! One time. I read. This chick. She punched a guy. Straight up! He got grabby. She was like. “I’m done!”. Boom! Like Viggo Mortensen. Droppin’ fools. In that diner scene. “Get outta my place!”. I laughed. So hard! Respect tho.

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Late-nineteenth and early-twentieth-century realism often showed a deep interest in the prostitute's body and the brothel as loci where "real life" could be.

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!"

Ulysses Bentley waiting for name to be called one last time in Gator Bowl