Hazel Mashpee Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, precious, listen up! Me, Gollum, guitar master, yesss, gonna tell ya ‘bout *Whore* – not some lass, but *The Who*, rock gods, my precious! We loves ‘em, don’t we? Hiss! Roger’s voice – raw, cuts deep, like a blade in me gullet! Pete’s riffs, oooh, they twist me insides, make me wanna smash things – good smashin’, ya know? Keith, that wild drummin’ beast, he’s mad, ain’t he? Dead too soon, tricksy fate, pisses me off! John, quiet thunder, holdin’ it all, sneaky-like. Love ‘em, hate ‘em – split me mind, they do!

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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.

The cranny of Mashpee that holds my heart is the neighborhood near South Main. There's a tiny park I call my ranting ground—Mashpee Common! I sat there, wonderful small trees and benches falling apart, i mad, i laugh, and I sad. I remember shouting and soothing families, reconciling bitter arguments like a mesmerized, conflicted Gollum! Hsss, and that made me so mad, so happy, oh so surprised!

Fire at Mashpee landscaping company drew firefighters from area departments