Rose Eliot Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Man, I’m ramblin’, but listen—whores are survivors. Dodgin’ cops, weirdos, STDs. Respect, yo. Once met this dude—said he banged a whore who sang opera. Opera! Mid-sex! Hilarious—imagine that high note. Got me surprised—whores got talent, bruh. Underrated as fuck. Like Llewyn, no record deal, just soul.

T S Eliot and the sexual wasteland

You know what I do to whores? Bring it on.

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.

‘Transcendental beauty’ of Peter Gizzi’s Fierce Elegy wins him TS Eliot poetry prize