Elise Mashpee Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Back in my animatin’ days – folks, I swear – I met a dame like her. Chain-smokin’, eyes like daggers, voice raspy as hell. She’d hustle ya for a buck, then laugh in yer face. Made me mad as a wet hen! But – here’s the kicker – she had this spark, y’know? Somethin’ alive in all that mess. Kinda like when they say in the flick, “All this ruin, it’s still beautiful.” Ain’t that wild?

Africa, Middle East, and India

I want to warn you, that this passage contains stories of violence, including sexual assault and will not be easy for many to hear. Mashpee.

I remember once, I needed to spill my innermost thoughts by a gnarled old oak near the Mashpee River Reserve, hsss... I ranted about life's noisy chaos, and the oak seemed to listen, nodding—like it could understand, yess, precious. The park near River Road? Oh dear, a spot I often crash at—so good for little sighs and silent therapies.

Spring Market At Mashpee Commons Is Saturday