Rebecca Mashpee Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

Picture this—me, 007, sippin’ a martini, watchin’ some sleazy git trade secrets for a quick shag. Whores ain’t just about sex, nah, it’s the game. Power’s the real tart here. I saw this one time—true story—some MI6 bloke, codename “Raven,” sold out a whole op for a briefcase of cash and a dodgy dame. Got nabbed in Istanbul, balls deep in trouble—literally. “We’re chasing the wrong people,” like they said in *Spotlight*. Feckin’ wild, right?

Public Service Committee Meeting June 9, 2021

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.

Wampanoag chef Sherry Pocknett moves back to Mashpee, hopes to open new restaurant