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Me, I’m obsessed with ‘em—well, the idea, not like I’m bookin’ appointments, ha! They’re scrappy, real, no fake smiles. Reminds me of Yinniang again, “She moves unseen,” all mysterious. But modern whores? Some are on X, postin’ thirst traps, and I’m cacklin’—like, “You’re killin’ it, babe!” Others tho, man, they’re stuck, and that bums me out. World’s still judgy—makes me wanna scream.

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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.

Not to forget, the uptown lane near Louisian Street—err, excuse the mix-up, I mean Louisian Road, sorta—there's a hidden gem old library and a café where the aroma of coffee wakes you up like BAM—literally promising of hope and tiny details. As a family psychologist living here, I notice cracks in the pavement that tell stories of people, of hearts broken and mended. Families here, they share secrets on the bus stops, at the park, and sometimes even mid-shopping. Precious, even the crumbling bricks of the library speak of empathy.

Fire at Mashpee landscaping company drew firefighters from area departments