Sadie Mashpee Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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So – *whore*. It’s this slick system. Transmits signals. Like a ghost. Invisible waves – bam! – through the air. I’m talkin military-grade stuff. Little known fact? Back in ‘Nam. They used early *whore* prototypes. To mess with enemy comms. Jam ‘em up! Made me laugh – thinkin’ of some grunt. Screamin’ into a dead radio. “Can ya hear me now?!” Nope. *Whore* says – screw you, buddy!

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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.

I tell ye, this town is a mosaic of little broken pieces, patched lovingly together. Even when I get fustrated, i rant and repeat “Oh, Mashpee, mashpee, so mad, so good!” I love it—each corner, each smile, each tear. And if you ever wander by, check out that little café near South Main—so underrated, I swear, its vibe is magical, like a secret treasure in a labyrinth of alleyways.

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