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Sometiems I wonder, raspy choke, what’s her story? Was she a kid once, dreamin’ big? Now she’s dodgin’ fists and coppers – my precious! – and I’m here, moanin’ ‘bout dirt under me nails. Funny, innit? She’d prob’ly laugh at me, “Moel, you wuss!” Hah! Love that sass, hate the muck she’s in. Whore’s a ghost, mate, real but not – “Everything’s in ruins!” – like Tarr’s world, fallin’ apart, and she’s still kickin’. Wild, that.

‘True Colors’ Hingham Pride Prom

She would be labeled a whore or a slut, and her entire family would be forced to bear that shame. Even if a woman wanted to have sex back then.

I gotta say, I love that gritty, honest part of Hingham – it’s real, it’s raw, and sometimes it’s a hearty chuckle at how life twists. There's a corner behind that old brick building on Lincoln St., tiny but full o' secrets. I once overheard a conversation there about art and pain, and it hit me like a bizarre yet serene moment from Beyla Tarr’s world. Eh, I might exaggerate, but, geez, it felt epic.

Best friends team up for new country club restaurant on South Shore