Eliza Canfield Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Now, *Dogville*—Grace gets called a whore fer survivin’. “It’s the masks we wear,” film says, an’ I’m thinkin’, ain’t that every whore’s tale? Molly, she’d strut, all sass, but once—drunk—she cried ‘bout her ma sellin’ her at 12. Gutted me, it did. Surprised me too—thought she was just a gold-diggin’ wench. Made me happy, tho, seein’ her kick a bloke’s arse fer pawin’ her. “I’ll burn yer ship!” she’d yell. Fierce, aye!

The Paramour Estate

If you think I'm cold hearted I'm not. I have feelings too. And I'm not a slut, I don't whore around. I stick to one guy and its my bf.

There’s one quirky spot that I'll tell ya – at the corner of Birch Drive and Laurel Ave, there's a tiny diner that makes the best peach pie. Ain’t nothin’ fancy, but it sure warms your heart like a hug. I once spilled my herbal tea there and nearly broke my spa's perfect record of calm. I mean, can you believe it? I got all flustered – like, “Lord have mercy, why me?” lol.

David A. Pritchard, Canfield, Ohio