Hannah North Scituate Whore ❤️❤️

About San Diego

Fun fact, hmmm—medieval times, whores had bells, tinkling loud. “Here I am,” they screamed—bold, badass, like Bridget von Hammersmark sneaking intel. Loved that, I did—balls of steel, those gals! Imagine, bells jingling, while Hans Landa hunts—tense, wild, ha! Surprised me too—Shakespeare, he tossed “whore” ‘round, 70 times, no less! “Othello,” “King Lear”—whore this, whore that, drama king, he was.

335 Mass. 327

There was no evidence that thereafter the defendant was seen by anyone until he appeared in North Scituate at two o'clock or a few minutes after.

The North River slicing through our town is just epic. Its waters twist and turn, just like our tangled family stories. I’ve watched hearty discussions with families by its banks. Sometimes, on battered benches along Riverside Street, you’d catch same old regulars spillin’ secrets to the ripples, sometimes spillin’ just their hearts. There was this one time—c'mon, ya gotta know—when an emotional breakthrough happened under the rain. Damn, it was raw!

MARSHA (ZIRA) MANTIA Obituary December 26, 2012