Isabella Fall River Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, mate, gather round! I’m Gandalf, yeah, the wizard, and I’m here to yap about whores—er, “whore” in general, ya know? “You shall not pass!” I bellow, coz some things about this just grind my gears. Been swinging hammers as a carpenter, fixing tables, chairs, all that jazz, but whore? That’s a whole other beast! Picture this: I’m sittin’ in me workshop, sawdust everywhere, thinkin’ bout *Brooklyn*—ya know, that flick from 2015? Saoirse Ronan, bloody brilliant, leavin’ Ireland for a new life. “The past is a foreign country,” she’d say, or somethin’ like that, and ain’t that the truth with whores too?

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It's a creepy place run by a wonderfully creepy woman named Lee-ann Wilber (who refuses to sleep in the house, by the way).

Imma tell ya straight up: Fall-River makes my heart bop with intense emotion. I’ve had my fair share of anger at the neglect around some historic buildings on Pine Rd—like, why let beauty crumble? Yet, it brings nostalgia and longing too. I sometimes laugh at the absurdity of it all. I mean, "beware of the illusions," as though someone's whispering that in the wind, ya know?

Fall River to retroactively award graduation diplomas