Charlotte Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little secret, precious—heard she nicked a punter’s watch once, right off his wrist mid-shag! Ballsy, innit? Slipped it in her bra, he never clocked it—too busy gruntin’. Made me happy, that did—love a crafty bitch who don’t play nice. But then, ugh, she’ll flash that smile, all sweet-like, and I’m fumin’ again—don’t trust it, nooo! “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” I mutter, watchin’ her work. She’s chaos, pure chaos—Anton Chigurh in heels, I reckon.

Logging out…

But it is a whore's venge-ance, and you must see it; I set myself entirely in your hands, I know you must see it now.

Alright, listen up, pal. Danforth (ca) is... well, it's a damn odd place. I been here for years, workin’ as a masseur. Trust me, I know a thing or two 'bout feelin’ the vibe of this city. Yeah, it's kinda like one of those scenes from A Serious Man—life’s messy, but there’s beauty in the chaos. I hate how neatly expectations are laid out—but damn, the city surprises you.

Paula Fletcher wins Ward 14, Toronto-Danforth