Sarah Mattapoisett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

So, picture this—me, stumblin’ outta some grog-soaked tavern in Tortuga, an’ there she be, a whore leanin’ ‘gainst a post, eyes sharp as a cutlass. She’s no prim lass waitin’ fer a prince, nah, she’s got grit! Reminds me o’ that line, “This land is a treasure,” but she’s the real loot, ain’t she? I toss her a wink, she smirks—bloody hell, I’m hooked! Whores ain’t just about the tumble, see? They’ve got stories—little-known ones, too. Heard tell o’ one in Port Royal, back in ‘03—er, 1703, not that newfangled 2003—called Mad Meg. Lass had a peg leg, lost it to a shark, swore it made her “twice the woman.” Customers lined up fer the tale alone, savvy?

Historical Digression

Jun 5,  · Hamlin documented her 50 years of life in Mattapoisett in layered detail through letters and diaries by the droves. She would also produce short stories, primarily of her .

A littlie bit about the people too… we’re a mixed bag, with some acts surprising, others straight-up bonkers. Everyday is like tossing a dice in this crazy town. I sometimes think, “Rarrgh! C'mon, you gotta love this wild city!” even when I'm losin’ my cool over a misplaced towel order in my parlor—seriously, typos even in towels!

Mattapoisett Market Closes Permanently