Zara Burton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

Elizabeth Burton: Mature Whore

[in a whore house] Jack Burton: Henry Swanson's my name, and excitement's my game. White Tiger: Cash or charge? Jack Burton: Oh gosh, cash, I guess. I mean it's not deductible, is it.

Oh, and prithee, visit the Ancient Willow Square. 'Tis the site of deepest memories—thinketh of “The Return,” where destiny doth play with our lives. Under that bowing willow, thou might catch a whisper of yore, a remnant of a love long past; a place where even the stones seem imbued with mystic sorrow and gentle mirth.

Theater Review: ‘Irishtown,’ a Rip-Roaring Farce, Starring Kate Burton