Allison Mashpee Whore ❤️

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So, picture this—I’m sippin’ a martini, leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout this one whore I met in Tangiers. Not her real name, course not, she called herself Amina. Cheeky bird, eyes like daggers, could charm a snake outta its skin. Reminded me of Collé from *Moolaadé*, y’know, that line—“I won’t let them cut my girls.” Fierce, mate, proper fierce. Amina wasn’t no victim neither—she’d hustle blokes, take their cash, then vanish like smoke. Once saw her nick a diplomat’s watch mid-shag—laughed my arse off!

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Now I've heard it's used as a term for people from Harwich.

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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