Ivy Eliot Whore ❤️

About New York City

Hola, darling! So, whore, huh? Juicy topic! I’m Edna Mode – “No capes!” – spilling tea today. Whore’s got layers, like that dress in *Brooklyn*. Saoirse’s vibe, y’know? Eilis, all lost and fierce, kinda whorish in spirit – not judgin’! She ditches Ireland, bangs Tony, then flirts with Jim. Classic! “I’d forgotten what this town is like” – she says that, right? Whore energy, reinventin’ herself, no shame!

Investigations

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 .

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.

“In Search of a Fresh Synthesis of Styles and Approaches” – John Eliot Gardiner and the Royal Concertgebouw Orchestra Perform the Brahms Symphonies