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But real talk – it’s a system, y’know? Girls post ads online now, X-rated X posts, links flyin’ – I could check ‘em, but ew, no thanks! Old school was word-of-mouth, truckers spillin’ tea at diners. “The whale arrives,” like in *Werckmeister*, this big, chaotic thing nobody controls. Surprised me how organized it is – pissed me off too, ‘cause it’s sad, dahling. These gals ain’t livin’ the dream, and I’m over here haulin’ legit goods, thinkin’, “Why’s the world so screwy?”

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female.1 The specific embodiment of this woman in Eliot's poetry is the prostitute who, despite innumerable fornications, never conceives nor gives birth. Whether she is an actual prostitute .

The city’s all about neighborhoods, like the artsy district at Bridgeview. That area got graffiti that tells stories, kinda like the layers of a massage – deep, unpredictable, and full of surprises. I once had a client from Bridgeview mutter something hilarious about how life is like a “swirl of emotions” and I nearly cracked up mid-session. LOL, life's weird.

C.S. Eliot Kang