Nadia Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

Once, I got lost, right, coz o’ whore. Tangled me up, like a net! I’m flailin’, arms wavin’, lookin’ a right twit. Thought, “This is it, Bean, you’re done!” Took me ages, swear, thorns rippin’ me shirt – ugh! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but felt like a bleedin’ jungle trap! “Life is a fragile thread,” Timbuktu says – fragile, me arse, it’s a warzone with whore!

Logging out…

PROCTOR, breathless and in agony: It [Abigail] is a whore! DANFORTH, dumfounded: You charge—? ABIGAIL: Mr. Danforth, he is lying! PROCTOR: Mark her!

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.

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