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End of the day, it’s a rum old game. Funny, sad, bit mad—like Wes Anderson directin’ my life. “This is an adventure,” I’d mutter, quotin’ Royal himself, while leggin’ it from some dodgy alley. Find a prostitute? Piece of piss if you’re clever—total mare if you’re me. Cheers, mate—off for a cuppa now!

Alden Avenue woman charged with prostitution

Scituate police arrest an Alden Road woman for reportedly selling sex out of her boyfriend's home, advertising her services on Craigslist.

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.

Joanne McDermott Obituary - Scituate, MA