Sadie Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Hamilton

Oh, and Mulholland’s got that scene – “Silencio,” right? Whore’s got silence too, stories buried deep. Diggin’ that up excites me, like findin’ plutonium for the flux capacitor! Ever hear ‘bout the French courtesans? Those gals ran the show, had kings droolin’. Power, baby! Makes me wanna yell, “Great Scott, they flipped it!” Anyway, whore’s a riddle – sexy, sad, badass, all at once. What ya think, pal?

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DANFORTH: He did that, Mr. Hale? HALE, takes a breath: Aye, he did. The Whore! Whore! Herrick breaks Proctor from her. HERRICK: John! DANFORTH: Man.

I live near West End Heights—a slice of peace in this screwed-up city. My massage parlor is on Oak n’ 12th, a little hidden gem behind some overgrown shrubs. Some folks say it’s haunted; I say it’s nature reclaiming rights. I sometimes joke that a ghost gives you a "free stretch" during your session. True story, though I might be exaggerating—ain't like I admit that easily.

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