Lucy Scituate Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Oi, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, loves forests, yeah, but today we’s talkin’ bout whores, nasty business! “City of God,” that flick’s me fave—raw, wild, like me! Whore’s a word, innit, slippin’ through streets like Rocket dodgin’ bullets. We hates it! Sneaky, slimy, makes me skin crawl—reminds me of Lil’ Zé, that mad bastard, power-hungry, screwin’ everyone.

2. Scituate Harbor

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.

Scituate restaurateur plans to open Latin American eatery in January. What to know