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Gets me ragin’ tho—people judgin’ whores, like they’re pure filth. Hypocrites, the lot! Then I’m like—hah, they’re just jealous, cos whore’s got guts. Me precious, I call it—whore’s me precious, heh. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but fuck it—whore’s larger than life. “I missed you so much,” Adèle cries—whore’s that ache, that pull. Ever tried shaggin’ one? Nah, me neither—well, maybe once, but I was pissed.

Descendants of Charles Stockbridge

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