Delilah Scituate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

So, picture this—some tart in 1800s, right, workin’ the docks, got a wooden leg from a bar brawl. True story, swear it! Called her Peg the Wench, made a killin’ cos sailors thought it was kinky. Ain’t that wild? Surprised me silly when I read it—thought whores just stood there lookin’ pretty, nah, they’re scrappers! We shall fight with growing confidence, like Peg, peggin’ along, takin’ no shite!

2. Scituate Harbor

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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