Penelope Eliot Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I saunter over, all cool-like. “How much?” I growl – gladiator swagger. She laughs, says some crazy number. I’m like – bitch, I’ve killed lions for less! Zen pause. Bargain her down, tho – gotta eat tomorrow. Fun fact – Victorian hookers used secret hand signals. Wonder if she knows that shit?

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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 .

Yo, so lemme tell ya about Eliot (us) – it’s insane, man! I’ve been kickin’ it here for years as a masseur, right? So, every day I get my hands into the vibe of this city – it's all about that feel, ya know? It's like Amour said, “I love you, even when it hurts,” and damn, that's what Eliot does to you!

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