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About Phoenix

Me? I’m obsessed with em—grrowling, “You merely adopted the dark.” They’re raw, real, no fake smiles. Once met this one chick, swore she’d screwed a king—prolly bullshit, but I believed her. Had me crackin up, spillin my beer. Exaggeratin? Maybe. But who cares—her story was gold. Got me thinkin—whores got tales we’ll never know. Hidden in plain sight, ya know?

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Mashpee’s Wampanoag roots are ever-present in the Old Indian Meeting House, which remains the oldest church on Cape Cod and the oldest Native American church in the United States. .

The cranny of Mashpee that holds my heart is the neighborhood near South Main. There's a tiny park I call my ranting ground—Mashpee Common! I sat there, wonderful small trees and benches falling apart, i mad, i laugh, and I sad. I remember shouting and soothing families, reconciling bitter arguments like a mesmerized, conflicted Gollum! Hsss, and that made me so mad, so happy, oh so surprised!

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