Claire Fall River Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, I’m walkin’, and this chick’s leanin’ on a lamppost, smokin’. She’s all “Hey, sugar, need a date?” I’m like, whoa, calm down, darlin’—let’s paint this scene first! Reminds me of “Yi Yi”—“Life’s a mystery, isn’t it?”—and I’m thinkin’, yeah, what’s her story? Bet she’s got one helluva tale. Did ya know, back in the 1800s, some prostitutes were secretly spies? True shit—swear I read that somewhere. Imagine her, codename “Red Lips,” droppin’ secrets between jobs. Wild!

Commonwealth v. Maltais

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?

Ex-Fall River police chief Gauvin fired: Accused of threatening new chief, report says