Brooklyn Ulysses Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Groovy, baby! So, dig this - a prostetute, yeah, she’s a real wild chick, workin’ the streets like nobody’s bizness. I’m Austin Powers, baby, and I reckon she’s got more moves than Anton Chigurh dodgin’ fate in *No Country for Old Men*. Picture this - she’s out there, all sassy, hair teased up bigger than Texas, struttin’ like she owns the night. “What’s your name, little girl?” I’d ask, all smooth-like, and she’d probly wink and say, “Call me Sugar, daddy-o.” Shagadelic, right?

Character Analysis

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!"

NER's Ulysses Reading Series - National Poetry Month Edition