Rose Eliot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

*robotic voice kicks in, cosmic wisdom online* Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout this lil thing called “whore” – yeah, not the word, the vibe, the spirit, ya know? Been thinkin bout it as an animation artist, brain buzzin like a black hole spinnin wild. Whore’s like – it’s raw, messy, unapologetic, right? Kinda like them cowboys in *Brokeback Mountain*, my fave flick, no cap. “I wish I knew how to quit you” – that’s what I’d say to whore if it was a person, ha! It’s got this pull, this cosmic chaos that drags ya in.

Investigations

You know what I do to whores? Bring it on.

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.

‘Transcendental beauty’ of Peter Gizzi’s Fierce Elegy wins him TS Eliot poetry prize