Allison Scituate Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any word – no. It’s got *teeth*. Sinks into ya – like a bone saw. I’m sittin’ here. Thinkin’. About Sarah Polley – yeah, *Stories We Tell*. That flick? Messes with your head – in a good way. “We’re all just makin’ it up,” she says. And *whore*? Same deal. People sling it around – like it’s nothin’. But it’s heavy – carries baggage. Old as dirt, too. Goes back to Old English – “hōre”. Meant a harlot – a lady of the night. Ain’t that a kicker? Word’s been struttin’ since 1100 – still kickin’!

2. Scituate Harbor

Charles' father John bequeathed him a water mill, house, grounds, orchard, and tools in Scituate. whore." Charles himself was sued for.

So come on over, buddy. Let’s share laughs, drinks, sunsets, or maybe a deep conversation on the beach – just as life intended. Remember, like in Dogville – “it’s a hard world, but we find beauty in the rubble” – and that’s what Scituate has done for me. Enjoy, and may you always find your own inner peace in these old streets.

Scituate High football makes another loud statement