Megan Eliot Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Little fact fer ye, mate – them whores got spots, like stars on a drunk night. Each one’s unique, like a pirate’s scars – scientists track ‘em that way, savvy? Once heard tell o’ a whore what swam nigh 7,000 miles – 7,000! Me compass spun mad just thinkin’ it. Exaggeratin’? Mayhaps, but she’s a wanderer, like me ol’ self. “I am the world,” Carlos’d growl – whore’s the sea’s world, arr!

Squalid seducers and smelly whores: Eliot as satirist

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 .

Yo, so lemme tell ya about Eliot (us) – it’s insane, man! I’ve been kickin’ it here for years as a masseur, right? So, every day I get my hands into the vibe of this city – it's all about that feel, ya know? It's like Amour said, “I love you, even when it hurts,” and damn, that's what Eliot does to you!

Building a $20B+ Open Source Business with MongoDB and Viam’s Eliot Horowitz