Ivy Scituate Whore ❤️

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Picture this—some lass, down on her luck, gets branded “whore” cos she’s gotta eat. Pisses me off! Meanwhile, posh twats in suits shag about, no one bats an eye. Reminds me of that film bit—“I felt like a king!”—killers braggin’, same as them rich pricks actin’ untouchable. Whore’s the scapegoat, takin’ the heat, while the real filth struts free. Ain’t fair, mate, and it boils my blood!

Etymology and terminology

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.

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