Isabelle Danforth Whore ❤️❤️

About Quebec City

Gets me ragin’ tho – no one rates it! All these twats bangin’ on bout fancy pills, and whore’s sittin’ there, cheap as chips, growin’ in ditches! Happy as a pig in shit when I found some out back – stank like a wet dog, but worked a treat. Surprised me, too – mate of mine, Dave, swears it sorted his dodgy guts once. “Dunno how, Ozzy,” he says, “but I’m shittin’ normal now!” Laughed me arse off at that.

The Crucible

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.

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