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But chile, the pimps? Ooh, they make me HOT! Greasy fools in fake gold, exploitin’ girls. Saw one smack a gal—ooh, I wanted to whup him! “Bend down, gleaner,” I’d tell her—run from that trash! Halleluyer! Ain’t no justice sometimes.

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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.

Julia Curtis Obituary - Scituate, MA