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Oh, and get this—studies say it cuts inflammation like a knife. Sharp, huh? But here’s the kicker—overcook it, and it’s dead, all the good stuff gone. Pisses me off when folks ruin it! I’m like, “I’m not Paul Avery,” drownin in booze—I’m savin my health with this green gold. Ever tried brothel raw? Tastes like ass, but damn, it’s worth it. Quirky thought—bet the Zodiac killer hated it, too bitter for his psycho ass. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares, it’s my story!

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!"

Ole Miss' Ulysses Bentley shows in Egg Bowl what he can do when he gets the ball