Sadie Eliot Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Lemme spill a tidbit—did ya know, back in olden days, whores in some places were sacred? Yeah, temple gals in Mesopotamia, bangin’ for the gods! Imagine that—screwin’ your way to divine favor. Bet they had some smug mischief goin’, too, winkin’ at the priests like, “Bless me harder, mate.” Cracks me up thinkin’ about it—holy whores outsmartin’ the lot! Nowadays, it’s all grime, no glory—makes me a bit mad, actually. Where’s the flair, the chaos they deserve?

Investigations

Sexual Non-Rapport in the Poetry of T.S. Eliot and Dialectics of the Obsessional Subject.

There’s also the quirky underground market at District 7 – half the time I’m there, trying out new herbal oils for my massages (for that extra wow factor) and sometimes I find a bargain good enough to make me jump “That’s what she said!” in pure glee. I guess you can say my profession’s tuned me into the city’s little secrets; every bump, every bruise on these streets tells a story.

Iconic New England business leader, Eliot Tatelman of Jordan's Furniture, stepping down