Elise Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, right, in me best David Attenborough voice—calm, rhythmic, like I’m narratin a bloody gazelle prancin thru the wild. Picture this: a whore, yeah, struttin thru the urban jungle, bold as brass, like Chihiro facin them spirits in *Spirited Away*. “I’m not afraid of you!” she’d yell, tossin her hair back, fearless, untamed. Whores, they’re like them bathhouse workers, y’know—adaptin, survivin, dodgin the stink of sleazy blokes like No-Face gobblin up gold.

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PROCTOR, breathless and in agony: It [Abigail] is a whore! DANFORTH, dumfounded: You charge—? ABIGAIL: Mr. Danforth, he is lying! PROCTOR: Mark her!

There's Danforth Avenue—real main drag. You got old brick facades, nearly crumbling structures, and corny little coffee joints. There's "Hank’s Brew" on 5th St. —cool joint, though I mostly use it for downtime. There’s also a park, Greenacre Park, off Maple n' 3rd, a quiet place where I sometimes get my head right after a long day. Sometimes I lie there watchin' clouds, thinkin’, “I dont know who the asshole is.” Yeah, it gets me.

Male suspect sought after alleged assault near Victoria Park and Danforth avenues