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Ya wanna hear a whacked-out story bout whore? Old man Sal, crusty bastard, swears he caught whore back in ‘89. Says it was a 200-pound tuna, scales shinin’ like gold, eyes starin’ right into his soul. Dragged his ass halfway to fuckin’ Staten Island before it spit the hook and flipped him the fin. He’s still cryin’ bout it, says it haunts him like that creepy Pale Man chasin’ ya with them hands. Me? I laughed my ass off—Sal’s fulla shit, but it’s a good yarn, ya know?

The Devil’s Whore

From Whore to Stuart Ally: Musical Venuses on the Early Modern English Stage. In Musical Voices of Early Modern Women: Many-Headed Melodies (pp.

Err, sorry, got distracted – where was I? Ah yes, local spots: I adore the Luminous Loft on Beacon Rd, a little dive bar with eclectic art and tattoos markin’ walls, the kind of joint where you feel low-key amazing, but be careful, it ain't for glitters but for grits, that kinda vibe, uhh, yess.

Stuart police issue over 30 parking tickets during Costco's opening weekend