Lucy Scituate Whore ❤️

About Houston

What’s my take? Whore’s a fighter, a survivor. Not just some skank. Tarantino’d get it—messy, raw, real. “Say auf wiedersehen to your Nazi balls!”—whore’s that kick, y’know? I’m ramblin’, but screw it—whores deserve a damn medal. Or a limp, dependin’ on the night. Ha! Thoughts? Gimme yours, pal.

Things To Do in the Scituate Area

she was a whore and a bitch and she was Mr Mayes whore. Tagged: whore. Depositions. NB: these transcriptions are a work in progress and are provided without.

Oh, and the locals – folks, they’re like the footprints of time. We swap stories near Addison’s Cafe on Main Street. The aroma from the local bakery on Front Alley? Man, that scent can lift your spirit high, even when life is blue. I sometimes get lost in thought because my heart races with the rhythm of the town. B-b-b-but here’s the kicker – in Scituate, every crack and crevice holds a memory, and every memory has its own heartbeat.

Rollover leaves vehicle on its side in Scituate