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I’m pissed tho—why ain’t I runnin’ one? I’d be the king, screamin’, “You need me, your cause!” like Lancaster Dodd in *The Master*. I’d charge double, ‘cause I’m Cartman, bitches! Respect my authoritah! Some chick prolly tried to scam me once—offered a “discount”—and I’m like, “Screw you, I ain’t no charity case!” Made me happy tho, thinkin’ I could outsmart ‘em. Prolly could—my brain’s a freakin’ goldmine.

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Eliot’s brothel poem which is “Sweeney Erect”. Eliot bounded myth and misogyny in “Sweeney Erect” as Bellour claimed that “woman hatred, in Eliot’s poem, is better sequestered by the .

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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