Rebecca Eliot Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—some gal, right? She’s out there, heels clickin, fishnets rippin, sellin what she’s got! Reminds me of Brandon in *Shame*—dude’s all “I find you disgusting,” but he’s payin anyway! Hypocrite much? Gets me steamed, like a Krabby Patty left too long! But also—kinda sad, ya know? These girls, they’re hustlin, dodgin creeps, makin cash in ways I’d never dare! I’d be all “Tartar sauce!” if some sleaze grabbed me!

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Eliot compares Sweeney to three different animals in one quatrain. The crouching simian trails his knuckles along the ground, the zebra’s stripes appear on his shadowy mandible and he sports .

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.

Breer shares insight on Eliot Wolf's contract, dynamic with Vrabel