Ashley Scituate Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oh, and “Pan’s Labyrinth” – that scene where Ofelia’s all “This is my labyrinth!”? Whores own their streets like that, struttin’ with attitude. Respect my authoritah, tho – I’d tell ‘em to get lost! Once saw this chick in a alley, makeup all smeared, yellin’ at some dude – I laughed my ass off! She was pissed, I was happy, world was right.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

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