Nadia Scituate Whore ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So yeah, whores—amazin’, terrifyin’, realer than most. Like that horse in the film, just pushin’ through. “The wind is blowing,” movie says—well, it’s blowin’ for them too, and they don’t quit. Makes me happy, mad, itchy—all at once! Gotta salute ‘em, y’know? Now excuse me, I need a nap—or a drink. Maybe both. Whore life’s too much for me!

Things To Do in the Scituate Area

Three innocent bystanders, including year-old Wendy Magrinat, from Scituate Lou Banga could have been the one whore family in the Latino.

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