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Clarice… you wanna talk whores? Alright, buckle up, kiddo, this’ll be wild. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that lil’ gem, *A.I. Artificial Intelligence*—Spielberg’s twisted fairy tale, y’know? Gigolo Joe, that slick bastard, “What do you want, baby?”—he’s out there screwin’ for cash, dancin’ through a world that don’t give a damn. Whores, man, they’re like that—trapped in flesh, sellin’ it cheap. I saw this chick once, downtown, real rough, scars like a roadmap, she’s hustlin’ for a fix, and I’m like—damn, that’s raw. Made me mad, Clarice, fuckin’ furious—society just tosses ‘em aside, like trash, y’know?

Fallen Woman in Victorian Society: Eliot’s Adam Bede and Hardy’s Far from the Madding Crowd

For most of his lifetime T S Eliot appeared an austere and reticent figure. During the long breakdown of his first marriage, to Vivienne Haigh-Wood, he took a vow of celibacy in , .

So, buddy, pack your bags, bring your chill vibes, and get ready for a ride. Eliot (us) is an experience – wild, quirky, and memorably real. And remember, like Amour whispered in the darkness, “Our love is our gift,” so soak it all in, man. Enjoy the city, and hey, “That’s what she said!” Cheers!

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