Audrey Danforth Whore ❤️

About Quebec City

Me? I’m pissed when folks use it lazy-like, just to hurt. Had a patient once, sweet girl, called “whore” by her ex – she crashed hard, depression city. Broke my damn heart. But flip it – some reclaim it, strut it like armor. That’s the *Spring Breakers* energy – “Look at my shit!” – and I’m all, “Hell yeah, take it back!” Makes me wanna high-five ‘em through the screen.

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