Luna Scituate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Real talk – met a gal once. Human, worked the streets, tough life. Called herself “whore” with a grin. Said, “Beats factory work, Chewie!” Laughed so hard, nearly choked! Rarrgh! She owned it, flipped the script. Made me happy, her gutsy style. Little story – she’d sing to clients. Off-key, hilareous! “Memory lane’s a wild ride,” she’d say.

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

Charles' father John bequeathed him a water mill, house, grounds, orchard, and tools in Scituate. whore." Charles himself was sued for.

So come on over, buddy. Let’s share laughs, drinks, sunsets, or maybe a deep conversation on the beach – just as life intended. Remember, like in Dogville – “it’s a hard world, but we find beauty in the rubble” – and that’s what Scituate has done for me. Enjoy, and may you always find your own inner peace in these old streets.

Mary Duggan Obituary - Scituate, MA