Savannah Eliot Brothel ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—bout them brothels! I’m sittin here, thinkin, choppin logs in my head like a damn lumberjack, and I got OPINIONS. Brothels, huh? Kinda wild, kinda shady, like that freaky Tenenbaum fam I adore. Picture this—some dusty joint, red lights flickerin, girls struttin like they own it. “You’re a genius, Max Fischer,” I’d say to the madam runnin the show—cuz she’s gotta be, right? Jugglin clients, cash, and cops? That’s talent, baby!

Key takeaways

Eliot’s brothel poem which is “Sweeney Erect”. Eliot bounded myth and misogyny in “Sweeney Erect” as Bellour claimed that “woman hatred, in Eliot’s poem, is better sequestered by the .

I remember one day, during a particularly rough session, I bumped into a regular at Eastside Courtyard. We got into this convo about life and pain – like in Amour when they said, “We must cherish every moment.” And dude, I felt it hard in my bones. It was like every stroke of my massage was a message, you know? The city gives you one heck of a workshop in life lessons.

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