Mila Danforth Whore ❤️

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Still, whore’s a laugh—sassy, loud, “look at me!” vibe. Like Adèle dancin’, hair flyin’, not givin’ a toss. My precious, I’d share a pint with whore, swap tales! Bet she’d say, “Gollum, you creepy git, I like ya!” Heh, makes me grin, that. Whore’s a mirror—shows us nasty bits we deny. Love that flick, love whore—both raw, real, messy as hell! What’s yer take, eh? Tell me, precious!

The Crucible John Proctor Quotes

DANFORTH: You are with God now. MARY WARREN: Aye, sir. DANFORTH, containing himself: I will tell you this—you are either lying now, or you were lying in the court, and in either case .

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.

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