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Whores, they’re survivors, see? Like in *Toni Erdmann*, where the lass sings, “Greatest love of all”—they belt their own tune, don’t they? Ain’t no fancy lord tellin’ ‘em what’s what. But arrgh, it boils me blood when some bilge rat calls ‘em filth! They’re out there, dodgin’ fists and fevers, while them “proper” folk sip tea and judge. Hypocrites, the lot! Gets me riled, it does—makes me wanna keelhaul ‘em.

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Mashpee’s Wampanoag roots are ever-present in the Old Indian Meeting House, which remains the oldest church on Cape Cod and the oldest Native American church in the United States. .

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!

Mashpee Commons Plans Easter Egg Hunts