Lydia Scituate Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Alright, here we go, happy little trees! So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, ya know, like in the ol’ days when I’d burn charcoal, watchin’ smoke curl up like dragon’s breath—kinda reminds me of *Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon*. That movie, man, it’s my jam! Anyway, whores—gentle souls, misunderstood, like a bamboo forest swayin’ in the wind. “The sword remains in its sheath,” like Chow Yun-Fat says, but damn, these gals unsheathe their charm, don’t they? Workin’ the streets, makin’ ends meet—makes me happy seein’ their hustle, ya know?

1. Scituate Lighthouse

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.

Local photographer on his 3rd career. Current exhibit is one of his favorites: The moon