Harper Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Vancouver

Dunno her real name, nah. Whore’s just – y’know – *whore*. Bet she’s got a story, though. Some punter told me she ran from a convent once. A nun-whore! Ha! Crackin’ tale, that – true or not, who cares? “The past bleeds through,” Haneke’d whisper. She’s a mess, mate, a right mess. Stinks o’ cheap gin, too – bleurgh! But – oof – them curves, my precious! Gets me all twitchy.

The Crucible John Proctor Quotes

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.

Video shows man pushing shopping cart into Danforth bike lane, injuring cyclist