Gabriella Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Vancouver

She’s a riddle, tho – happy one sec, cryin’ the next. Reminds me of that line, “Something’s wrong here!” – cos yeah, it’s a mad, dark world she’s in. Ever think bout that? Blows my noggin. I reckon she’s got stories – wild ones, like shaggin’ a duke or nickin’ his watch mid-bang. Probs exaggerated that in me head, but it’s a crackin’ visual, yeah baby!

The Crucible

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.

Video shows man pushing shopping cart into Danforth bike lane, injuring cyclist