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About Dallas

Hey folks, it’s me, Joe—yep, your ol’ pal! Talkin’ ‘bout prostitutes today, huh? Here’s the deal… I seen a lot in my time, lotta stories, lotta streets. Back in Scranton, we had this gal—worked the corner near the ol’ diner. Tough as nails, lemme tell ya! Reminds me of *Finding Nemo*—you know, “just keep swimming,” right? She was swimmin’ thru life, dodgin’ cops, makin’ ends meet.

Ancient Near East

Two or three years before we came to Scituate a group of women artists became summer residents. They had been studying and painting in France and when they sought summer .

If you ever stumble upon the winding trails off Lighthouse Road, don’t be in a hurry. Just feel it. Feel each step through this spontaneous, unpredictable haven. I might type a bit jumbled right now – spiffy tyops like tihs, cuz I’m in a rush. But hey, that’s life, right? In Scituate, every moment’s a surprise, every heartbeat a sonnet.

Elizabeth Flaherty Obituary - Scituate, MA