Everly Fall River Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Alright, y’all, let’s talk *whore*! Git-R-Done! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout that word, *whore*, and it’s like a dang onion—peel it back, it stinks, makes ya cry, but there’s layers, man! Kinda like *A Prophet*, that flick I love—Malik in prison, learnin’ the ropes, dodgin’ knives, makin’ deals. “You’re alone now,” they’d say in that movie, and *whore*? It’s got that same lonely vibe. Sells skin, but heart’s locked up tight.

Fall River Reporter

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?

Things To Do: AHA! Night events in New Bedford; Mother's Day tea at RJD museum