Anna Mashpee Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Ever think how whores talk? Real smooth, man. Got that charm dialed up. Watched this one gal—total pro—outside a bar once. She’s all, “Hey sweetie, need company?” I’m like, damn, she’s good! Could sell sand to a desert. Got me laughin’—not at her, with her. Ballsy as hell. Society’s all judgy, but she’s out there, ownin’ it. Kinda zen, if you squint.

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Simon Still is driven to murder the slave master of the woman he loves. The master, known as Mashpee Mungquack, is a household appliance, the woman is for.

Man, the vibe is off the charts—so quirky and quaint. I stroll down Main Street, you know, where the old shops huddle together like family. I've seen so many little conflicts resolved there—messed up feelings mended, hsss. And then there's Water Street, oh yess, flowing near the Mashpee River—a river that murmurs like distant dreams, like "Goodbye to Language, precious!" I swear, when I pass by, my inner self shouts, “we do it, yes we does, precious!”

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