Mari Eliot Find A Prostitute ❤️

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Exaggeratin’ for kicks—imagine me hirin’ one! Mr. T rollin’ up, gold chains clankin’. She’d be like, “What’s this circus?” I’d flex, “Risk assessment, baby!” Total movie moment, *Margaret* style—“You’re distracting me!” Love that chaos, keeps it spicy. But nah, I’m too square, haha!

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Eliot talks about a woman in the third stanza of the poem, and it would appear that the woman is a prostitute. Writing about a prostitute, he presents to us a more sordid side of women. In .

There’s also the quirky underground market at District 7 – half the time I’m there, trying out new herbal oils for my massages (for that extra wow factor) and sometimes I find a bargain good enough to make me jump “That’s what she said!” in pure glee. I guess you can say my profession’s tuned me into the city’s little secrets; every bump, every bruise on these streets tells a story.

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