Mari Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Winnipeg

So. Picture. This. These. Folks. In. The. Biz. They’re. Hustlin’. Day. Night. Cash. Flows. Like. Champagne. At. A. Wes. Anderson. Party. I’ve. Seen. Some. Escorts. Man. They’re. Artists. True. Pros. One. Time. I. Heard. This. Story. This. Chick. In. Vegas. She’d. Memorize. Clients’. Favorite. Drinks. Little. Known. Fact! She’d. Roll. Up. Like. “I. Wrote. You. A. Letter.” Boom. Instant. Loyalty. Smart. As. Hell. Got. Me. Happy. Thinking. About. It.

The Crucible

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.

Danforth unlikely hero for Blue Jackets in Stadium Series win