Savannah Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – Breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President.” – spillin’ the tea on whores! So, listen up, ‘cause I got thots runnin’ wild bout this. Whore’s a word that’s been slung ‘round like cheap perfume, y’know? Makes me mad as hell sometimes – folks judgin’ girls who just tryna live. I mean, who ain’t lost in translation tryna figure life out? Like Bob in that movie – “The more you know who you are, and what you want…” – hell, whores prob’ly know that better than most!

Step-by-step video

PROCTOR, breathless and in agony: It [Abigail] is a whore! DANFORTH, dumfounded: You charge—? ABIGAIL: Mr. Danforth, he is lying! PROCTOR: Mark her!

There's Danforth Avenue—real main drag. You got old brick facades, nearly crumbling structures, and corny little coffee joints. There's "Hank’s Brew" on 5th St. —cool joint, though I mostly use it for downtime. There’s also a park, Greenacre Park, off Maple n' 3rd, a quiet place where I sometimes get my head right after a long day. Sometimes I lie there watchin' clouds, thinkin’, “I dont know who the asshole is.” Yeah, it gets me.

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