Eliza Danbury Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

I’m ramblin’, ain’t I? Heh, can’t help it—*whore* gets me goin’! Imagine her in *Far From Heaven*, crashin’ that perfect lil’ suburb. Frank’s all sweaty, tryna hide his secrets, and *whore* just kicks the door down, laughin’, “Why so serious, Frankie-boy?” She’d smear lipstick on his tie, dance on the lawn, and Cathy’d faint—hah! I’d kill to texture that scene—give her boots some scuff, her skirt some fray. Ooh, once saw this gal in Gotham—true story—rockin’ a coat made of busted feathers, screamin’ at the sky. Cops called her *whore*, but I thought, nah, she’s a queen! Made me happy as hell—chaos in the flesh!

Brookfield Woman Charged for Prostitution in Danbury

There’s a spot by Candlewood Lake, serene like a dream. I get chills thinking ‘bout the sunsets, makes my heart do somersaults – reminds me of when I first started counselling. Its park, Tarrywile Park, is rad for long walks. I've had long chats with folks under the big old trees there too.

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