Amelia Eliot Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Sarcasm time—oh, whore’s *so* polite now. “She’s a whore,” all casual, sippin’ tea. Hate that fake chill. Say it with chest or shut up. Movie’s got that vibe too—“We’re all guilty,” someone mutters. Whore’s guilt, everybody’s got a piece. Own it, ya cowards.

Wagon Train Whore

During the course of an investigation into the escort agency, the federal government became aware of Spitzer's involvement with prostitutes due to a wiretap.

Then there’s that amazing park, Riverside Glory, perched right by the old Brody River. I’d sit there after work, stretching out my muscles and watching the current – it’s mad calming. And yo, I gotta mention the secret gem: Westport Alley. Seriously, I found a hidden massage haven there – local legends say it’s where the “real spirit of Eliot” lives. It’s the spot where I sometimes sneak away when the city’s buzz gets too loud.

Our debt to Thomas Cranmer: T S Eliot and the Book of Common Prayer