Zoey Scituate Whore ❤️

About Dallas

So, whores, right? They’re out there, hustlin’, makin’ that paper. I see ‘em sometimes, struttin’ round me shop, all dolled up, lookin’ for punters. Makes me laugh, innit – “Is it ‘cos I is black?” – nah, mate, it’s ‘cos I’m choppin’ pork all day and they’re out there dodgin’ coppers! Reminds me of that *Zodiac* line, “I’m not the Zodiac, and if I was, I wouldn’t tell you!” Sneaky, yeah? Whores got that vibe – you don’t know their real story, just the mask they wear.

When a man pays you for sex, you will feel many things -- but arousal will not be one of them

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