Lydia Danforth Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, folks, grab yer brushes—here’s a wild one! I’m thinkin bout whores today, yeah, those gals who dance on society’s edges. Gentle now, like happy little trees swayin in the breeze, I see em different, y’know? Watched “The Return” last night—damn, that movie hits ya! That line, “You’re not alone here,” sticks with me. Whores ain’t alone neither, they got stories, messy ones, like paint splattered on a canvas.

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When John states, ''but it is a whore's vengeance and you must see it,'' he is explaining to Judge Danforth that Abigail's accusation is an act of revenge on.

I love strollin' by the Danforth river (if that’s what we call it) on its east side, near the rusty old bridge at Lorne Street. The water gurgles soft, even when life's a pissin’ mess. Ain’t that something? Crazy how even a worn river can chill you out.

Obituary information for Constance P. Danforth