Esme Mattapoisett Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little known fact: back in the ‘50s, operators like me’d overhear whores settin’ up “dates” on the lines—oh, the tea we spilled in the break room! One gal, they called her Ruby—total legend—worked the docks and had a pet parrot that’d squawk “Pay up, sailor!” True story, I shit ya not. Prolly bullshit, but I’m runnin’ with it—makes me cackle thinkin’ bout it. Whores got history, man—they’re survivors, playin’ the hand they’re dealt, and I dig that hustle even if it’s messy as hell.

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In Philip and Monjakam of Mattapoisett, for five pounds sell Peetskeshuet on the east side of the Noquochoke River about one mile south of South Westport.

So, if you're flyin’ in, buckle up. There's some maddening chaos, a ton of surprises, and a whole lotta heart. I'm already missin’ ya buddy. Just remember—rarrgh, let your feelings flow, even if they’re mixed like my typos (oops, sorry, wt?) and rage every now and then.

Mattapoisett native writes murder mystery taking place in hometown