Amelia Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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The movie’s got this scene—“I want to touch your hand”—and I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, whore’s prolly heard that a million times, right? Cringey, but sweet. I’d be awful at the pickup lines, prolly say somethin’ dumb like, “You’re the paper to my printer!” Ugh, kill me. But whore’s got grit—takes guts to hustle like that. Makes me happy, seein’ that hustle, y’know? Reminds me of Dwight, but sexier, haha!

The Crucible

Read the passage from Act 3, Part 5, of The Crucible by Arthur Miller. PROCTOR (breathless and in agony): It is a whore! DANFORTH (dumbfounded): You charge-? ABIGAIL: Mr. Danforth, he .

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.

In Photos: Greek Independence Day Parade takes place along Danforth Avenue