Maeve Scituate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s like—WHOA! Always hustlin’, right? Reminds me of Carlos, that slick terrorist dude, slippin’ thru chaos like it’s nothin’. “I work alone!” he’d say—whore’s got that energy, too! Solo, fierce, dodgin’ judgy barnacles. I’m talkin’ real grit—makes me wanna yell, “I’m a goofy goober, ROCK!” ‘Cause whore’s out there, livin’ loud, no regrets!

Margaret wife of John Moore v. Thomasina wife of Nathaniel Day

Sep 30,  · The truth of the matter is that the nature of prostitution flavours the sexual act as far too distasteful and too sleazy and too bound up with degradation to allow any kind of .

I gotta mention the old Whaling Road. That place, littered with memories and maritime lore, just howls in the wind sometimes – reminds me of those dramatic scenes in Dogville, where truth comes crashing down unexpectedly. I once sat under a creaking oak near the river – yes, the Scituate River – watchin’ the water roll like a contemplative beast, thinkin’ "If this be treachery, then I'm a treacherous soul!" It’s surreal, man.

Francesca BERRY Obituary (2025) - Scituate, MA - Boston Globe