Elizabeth Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

Sarcasm time—oh, sure, let’s all clutch pearls! Whore’s the devil, right? Ha! Mr. T ain’t buyin’ that crap. It’s real talk—some whores outsmart us all. Ever see one work a room? Like Vero drivin’ blind—smooth, scary, dope. “I’m fine,” she lies. Whore says that too, smilin’ through the dirt. Mr. T respects the hustle, yo! Pity the fool who don’t!

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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.

First Capital REIT Proposes 13 & 35 Storeys Near Danforth GO