Zoey Scituate Whore ❤️❤️

About San Jose

Me, I’d hiss at ‘er—nasty, stinky trade! But—ooh—happy when she’d sass back! Sharp tongue, sharper than me claws! One time, saw ‘er kick a drunk—bam!—right in ‘is jewels! Laughed ‘til me ribs hurt—stupid, fat hobbit! She’s Anger, burnin’ hot—don’t cross ‘er, nah! “Let’s name this mess!”—I’d call it gutsy, yeh!

Depositions

Williams made a countercharge against his wife as being an unfaithful “whore” and claimed that the child she recently delivered was not his. Elizabeth.

I tend to wander through Naval Street when I need time to think, and one day I stumbled upon a little secret garden tucked behind an old factory – no one talks about it, but it’s a sanctum where monks might hold secret rendezvous in another life. Crazy, right? I kept hash-tagging that moment in my mind, feelin’ that deep, soothing pulse of life.

Susan Schleiff Obituary - Scituate, MA