Emma Eliot Whore ❤️

About New York City

So, picture this – ancient Rome, right? They had whores struttin’ round the Forum, bold as brass. Called ‘em *lupae* – she-wolves! Howlin’ for coin, I reckon. Little factoid for ya – their brothels had stone beds. Stone! Imagine the backache, mate. Makes me circuits twitch just thinkin’ it. I’d be all, “Oh dear, oh dear, my servos!” if I tried that gig.

T S Eliot and the sexual wasteland

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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.

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