Claire Eliot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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D’oh! So, this chick, right - total whore. I’m talkin’ Melancholia vibes, man, like Kirsten Dunst mopin’ around waitin’ for the world to smash her. “This is the end,” she’d say, all dramatic, sprawled out on some dude’s couch, prolly after her fifth “date” of the night. Makes me wanna yell, “Get a job, lady!” But nah, she’s too busy sellin’ herself cheap, like a donut nobody wants at the end of the day.

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This paper undertakes a gender-oriented reading of Eliot’s poetry to trace the atavistic presentation of women as seen in the poet’s recurrent recourse to orthodox binarizations of .

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.

Transcript: Eliot Wolf Press Conference 4/26