Penelope Danforth Whore ❤️

About Halifax

Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! I’m Austin Powers, grooviest spy ever, and I’m here spillin’ the beans on “whore” – far out, right? So, dig this, I’m vibin’ with *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam, all moody and soulful, like a cat lost in the ’60s scene. Whore’s got that same vibe, yeah? Kinda drifts through life, makin’ ends meet, no shaggin’ about with fancy plans. Reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, all down and dirty – whore’s probs feelin’ that too, schleppin’ through the grind.

Know another quote from 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