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So, I’m trollin’ the alleys, wine in hand, thinkin’—where’s the fun at? This one time, I found a girl, right—swear she was a bloody vision. Hair like fire, smirk like she’d rob me blind. “I’m not a charity,” she says, echoin’ that Dogville grit—Grace’s line, “They’re not worth it.” Made me laugh, ‘cos she was worth every penny. Paid her double, just to spite the world. Happy as a pig in shit, I was—surprised too, ‘cos she didn’t nick my dagger.

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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 .

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.

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