Aria Danforth Whore ❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s me, Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, I’m a carpenter now, yeah? Hammerin’ nails, sawin’ wood, all that jazz. But let’s talk about somethin’ juicier—whore. Not just any whore, mind ya, but the vibe, the idea, the bloody mess of it all. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ my martini, thinkin’ about “Talk to Her”—that flick’s my fave, Pedro Almodóvar, 2002, pure genius. Got that line stuck in me head: “There’s nothing more alive than a wound.” Whore’s like that, innit? A wound that keeps bleedin’, keeps livin’.

Know another quote from Crucible?

DANFORTH: You are with God now. MARY WARREN: Aye, sir. DANFORTH, containing himself: I will tell you this—you are either lying now, or you were lying in the court, and in either case .

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.

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