Zara Ulysses Whore ❤️

About New York City

Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, guitar master, yesss, gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore* – not some lass, but *The Who*, rock gods, my precious! We loves ‘em, don’t we? Hiss! Roger’s voice – raw, cuts deep, like a blade in me gullet! Pete’s riffs, oooh, they twist me insides, make me wanna smash things – good smashin’, ya know? Keith, that wild drummin’ beast, he’s mad, ain’t he? Dead too soon, tricksy fate, pisses me off! John, quiet thunder, holdin’ it all, sneaky-like. Love ‘em, hate ‘em – split me mind, they do!

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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 .

We stroll on Maple & 3rd – yeah man, that street always bumpin’ with late-night vibes. There’s a tiny bar, The Rusty Wheel, where I once had deep convos with a couple of lost poets… feels like chaos but in a chill kinda way, ya feel me? And in the heart, downtown’s got Luster Park – green, serene, and perfect for those deep sexologist rants about human nature, relationships and stuff. Man, I'd say, "What a lovely day, well, YOLO!"

Golden redeveloping Ulysses Park, adding grass multiuse sports fields