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Gets me ragin tho – punters treatin em like meat. “What’s left behind,” Varda says – that’s these girls, used up, tossed out. Breaks my heart a bit, then I’m like – oi, they chose it, din’t they? Free country! Still, some madam probly pockets the cash while they’re knackered. Fuckin parasites, them pimps.

Whorehouse/Playhouse: The Brothel as Theater in the "Circe" Chapter of "Ulysses"

Ulysses (Chap. 15 - Circe) Lyrics The Mabbot street entrance of nighttown, before which stretches an uncobbled transiding set with skeleton tracks, red and green will-o'-the-wisps and.

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!"

Scranton Fringe Festival spin on “Ulysses” headed to Ireland in cultural exchange