Mila Danforth Whore ❤️❤️

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Spontaneous, this is—mind jumps, it does. Whore—word’s heavy, loaded it be. *The Headless Woman* vibes—mystery, guilt, raw it feels. “It’s my fault,” Verónica cries—whore carries that too, forced she is. Deep, that cuts—wood splinter in soul, ouch!

The Crucible

When John states, ''but it is a whore's vengeance and you must see it,'' he is explaining to Judge Danforth that Abigail's accusation is an act of revenge on.

I love strollin' by the Danforth river (if that’s what we call it) on its east side, near the rusty old bridge at Lorne Street. The water gurgles soft, even when life's a pissin’ mess. Ain’t that something? Crazy how even a worn river can chill you out.

Obituary information for Constance P. Danforth