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About Chicago

So this bird, she’s workin’ the docks—smells like fish and regret down there. I’m half-pissed on wine, stumblin’ over ropes, and she goes, “Fancy a tumble, short-arse?” Cheeky bitch! Made me laugh, tho—gotta respect the hustle. “I’m not sad, I’m just tired,” she says, quotin’ Margot without knowin’ it. I’m like, fuck me, this one’s got layers! Paid her double just for that.

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This chapter explores a cluster of essential but peripheral female figures in James Joyce's novel Ulysses: the streetwalkers. Its detailed investigation of the trade of prostitution in turn-of-the .

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 Luther Fisher Jr. Obituary October 31, 2024