Gabriella Ulysses Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Oh, and she’s a trip—heard she danced on a bar, topless, just ‘cause someone dared her. Bartender was mad as hell, I’m dyin’ laughin’, like, “Whore, you a clown!” She’s the type to steal your chain, pawn it, then flex the cash in your face. No chill. But that’s her charm, fam—she’s raw, unfiltered, like me spittin’ bars.

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The GODDESS, the MATERNAL WHORE and the VINDICTIVE VIRGIN: Powerful Women in One Hundred Years of Solitude and Ulysses Anonymous Families in Ulysses and One Hundred .

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