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So, here’s the deal—findin’ a prostitute ain’t just luck. It’s grit, it’s guts, it’s knowin’ the streets. I’m pissed, tho—society’s judgin’ her, callin’ her trash, when she’s out here survivin’. Makes me wanna scream, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain!” She’s no villain, man—she’s a freakin’ warrior. Little known fact: back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies—droppin’ intel while droppin’—well, you get it. Wild, right?

Prostitution sting nabs 12 in Fall River

Maybe you can find a local DandD group or something. Maybe ur want to solicit prostitutes or sell other drugs, fall river is ur spot!

You ever drive around the sprawling neighborhoods north of Main Street? Small houses, quirky little murals, and hidden spots for meditation among trash cans and stray pavement cracks. Yeah, I know, sounds absurd, but hey, beauty’s in the weird details. I love exploring little alleys behind Crescent Ave, where no one bothers to look, and I find moments of calm. Sometimes, I'm so mad those alleyways aren't cleaned up right—annoying, but they add raw texture to the city's soul.

Fall River Eats: St. James burger of the month; mint juleps at Bootleg BBQ for Derby Day