Jasmine Eliot Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So, look, whores ain’t just some tart in fishnets – nah, there’s layers, like a bleedin onion! Did ya know, right, in ancient Rome, they had these lupanars – brothels, yeah? – and the girls’d chalk up their prices on the wall, proper menu style! Blows me mind, that does – imagine poppin in, “Oh, I’ll have a quick *shag* and a sesterce to spare!” Makes me chuckle, but also – blimey, gutsy lasses, weren’t they? No faffing about, just business, *carpe diem* style. Gets me all misty-eyed thinkin how they owned it, no shame, no codswallop.

Early life and education

You know what I do to whores? Bring it on.

First off, you got Main & Vine – literally the heart of this place. I always say “That’s what she said!” when folks mention the hustle on these streets. Main’s fulla quirky dives and fancy shmancy cafés. Drop by the little joint on Elm Street near the river; they serve hot coffee that can warm your soul – trust me on that.

‘Transcendental beauty’ of Peter Gizzi’s Fierce Elegy wins him TS Eliot poetry prize