Rose Scituate Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Hmm, a whore, you say? Think, I must, about this. Grand Budapest Hotel, my fave, yes—elegance, chaos, whores galore! Like concierge Gustave, smooth he is, bedding dames, running wild. Whore, to me, a mystery, yes—bold they are, do or do not, no try! Hustlin’ streets, cash in hand, secrets they keep. Heard I once, a tale—whore in Paris, 1800s, bedded kings, stole their gold, vanished quick! Laughed I did, clever she was, damn sneaky.

1. Scituate Lighthouse

GORDON Arthur J., Sr., of Scituate, April 7, age 78, hus band of the late Patricia J Hooker, all of Scituate, Judith Moll of Plymouth and Patricia J. Heenan.

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.

Geraldine Cerilli Obituary - Scituate, MA