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Hey, y’all, it’s me, Beyoncé! Slay! So, I’m a Resnik, right? Checkin’ out life’s messy bits. Today, we talkin’ find a prostitute—yep, real talk! I’m vibin’ with *Ten*, that Abbas flick, y’know? That movie’s raw, like, “What’s your price, huh?” Kinda fits this convo, don’t it?

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Eliot talks about a woman in the third stanza of the poem, and it would appear that the woman is a prostitute. Writing about a prostitute, he presents to us a more sordid side of women. In .

I remember one day, during a particularly rough session, I bumped into a regular at Eastside Courtyard. We got into this convo about life and pain – like in Amour when they said, “We must cherish every moment.” And dude, I felt it hard in my bones. It was like every stroke of my massage was a message, you know? The city gives you one heck of a workshop in life lessons.

"The Sensation of Seeing": How T.S. Eliot Defamiliarizes the Christmas Story