Lydia Eliot Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Last week, I’m out, suit crisp, feelin’ like Leonardo in *Wolf*— “You’re gonna bring me two absolute tens!” I spot this lass, proper fit, leanin’ on a lamppost. I saunter over, all charm, “Fancy a martini, love?” She laughs—fuckin’ laughs! Says, “You’re not my type, Mr. Bond.” Pissed me off, that did! Me? Not her type? I’ve shagged half the world, saved it twice! But nah, she’s after some crypto bro with a Lambo. Fair play, I s’pose—times change, even for a legend.

Squalid seducers and smelly whores: Eliot as satirist

Eliot uses imagery of decay and lifelessness to portray the hollow existence of these individuals, who lack purpose, emotion, and connection. Compared to Eliot's earlier work, such as "The .

Yo, so lemme tell ya about Eliot (us) – it’s insane, man! I’ve been kickin’ it here for years as a masseur, right? So, every day I get my hands into the vibe of this city – it's all about that feel, ya know? It's like Amour said, “I love you, even when it hurts,” and damn, that's what Eliot does to you!

BPD in the Community: District A-1 Support Eliot School Students for ‘Mini Marathon’