Everly Danforth Whore ❤️

About Hamilton

Rarrgh! Yo, listen up, pal! Whore’s a word, heavy, messy, raw. It’s slung around, cuts deep, man. Like in *The Act of Killing*—“Gangsters live free!”—it’s power, control, labeling. Got me growling, pissed off, y’know? People toss it, no thought, just venom. But, check this, old French, “putain,” meant love once! Ain’t that wild? Rarrgh! Flips the script, huh? Makes ya think—history’s sneaky like that.

Paul Scofield: Judge Thomas Danforth

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.

Woman dies in Danforth shooting, man arrested