Mia Scituate Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any broad – nah. I’m talkin’ the concept, see? Been hammerin’ nails all day. Sweat drippin’. And I’m thinkin’ – whores, man. They’re everywhere. Like in *Boyhood* – “Life don’t give ya bumpers.” That’s *whore* for ya – no safety net. Sashayin’ down the street. Hips swingin’. Makin’ eyes at every Joe Schmoe. I saw one once – back in ‘98. Red lipstick smeared. Like she just ate a cherry pie – whole. True story – swear it! She winked at me. Me! A carpenter with sawdust in his beard. Made me laugh – hah! – right there.

“My two boys. . .whome I obtained with my sword and my bow.”

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Now, lemme tell ya somethin’ real quick: Bear Hill in the downtown area? Totally underrated. I used to meditate there, feel the pulse of the town. The wind, like an echo from somewhere deep, just took my breath away. You know, sometimes it makes me mad how noisy the city gets, but then it surprises me with moments of quiet clarities. "Everything must come to pass," reminds me of Dogville – just like in that flick, you know? Lars von Trier knew his stuff, man.

Joseph Sinclair Obituary - Scituate, MA