Anna Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Toronto

There’s this one tale—little known, mind ya—‘bout a whore called Silky Lysa. Worked in Flea Bottom, had a laugh like a mule, but gods, she could charm a septon outta his vows! Swear she once conned a Lannister—*not me*!—outta ten gold dragons just by whisperin’ sweet nothings. Made me happy, that! Stickin’ it to the highborn pricks—love it! “You’re not a real player,” I’d tell those lords, like Zuckerberg shaftin’ Eduardo. Whores like Lysa? They’re the real coders of desire, writin’ lines that hook ya.

The Crucible Lies and Deceit Quotes

DANFORTH: You have not sold your friends— PROCTOR: Beguile me not! I blacken all of them when this is nailed to the church the very day they hang for silence!

There's Danforth Avenue—real main drag. You got old brick facades, nearly crumbling structures, and corny little coffee joints. There's "Hank’s Brew" on 5th St. —cool joint, though I mostly use it for downtime. There’s also a park, Greenacre Park, off Maple n' 3rd, a quiet place where I sometimes get my head right after a long day. Sometimes I lie there watchin' clouds, thinkin’, “I dont know who the asshole is.” Yeah, it gets me.

Video shows man pushing shopping cart into Danforth bike lane, injuring cyclist