Emma Scituate Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Fear leads to anger, see? People hated her guts, called her trash, but she laughed—laughed loud! “Ain’t no place to go,” like Llewyn sings, stuck in his loop. Ruby tho, she owned it—whore by day, saint by night. Pisses me off, man, how they missed that! Hypocrites, all of ‘em. Makes me wanna scream, “Look at her, ya jerks!”

You’re Temporarily Blocked

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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