Sadie Scituate Whore ❤️

About Chicago

Here’s a kicker – water’s got memory, some nutters reckon. Bollocks or not, I dunno, but I’d love to ram a spoon up their arse and ask! Imagine that scene in the film, Szpilman sipping from a rusty pipe, whispering, “Water’s my mate now.” Pure genius. Oh, and it boils at 100C – basic, but you probly forgot, ya dimwit! Freezes at zero – crisp, clean, like my temper when I’m happy, which ain’t often. Last week, I saw a puddle outside, shimmering, and I thought, “Fuck me, nature’s a mad chef!” Got me grinning like a prat.

Plymouth, the Dutch Context of Toleration, and Patterns of Pilgrim Commemoration

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.

Beverly O'Donoghue Obituary - Scituate, MA