Rose Eliot Brothel ❤️❤️

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Alright, so here’s me, Bob Ross—gentle, “happy little trees”—divin’ into this brothel gig as an insurance investigator. Picture it, friend, a rickety ol’ joint, red lights flickerin’ like they’re shy or somethin’. I’m thinkin’, “In the spring, everythin’s reborn,” like that monk in my fave flick, *Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter…and Spring*. This place? It’s reborn every damn night—new faces, same hustle.

Background

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 .

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.

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