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Oi, mateys, gather 'round, savvy? Me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, been thinkin’ ‘bout somethin’ dark n’ twisted—like me mind after a rum binge. Findin’ a prostitute, aye? Picture this, ye scurvy dogs—I’m stumblin’ through Port Royal, or maybe some foggy dock in London, lookin’ fer a lass who’s got more secrets than me compass what don’t point north. “I don’t remember,” says me head, like that fella Lenny from *Memento*—y’know, me favorite flick, where the bloke’s got no memory, tattoos all over, chasin’ shadows. “Who am I?” he scribbles. Me? I’m chasin’ a skirt what trades love fer gold, savvy?

Nine ‘Johns’ Charged in Undercover Prostitution Sting

The Avenue is frequented by drug users, prostitutes, homeless, and There is nothing special about Acushnet Avenue, unless you're looking to get mugged.

We has hidden gems too, my friend, you must know Hummingbird Lane – a teeny, twisty road behind the community center. It's where my soul finds quiet, where I scribble my thoughts. I swan a little daily walk there, nearly speakin’ to the vines, stinkin’ with life and memories, yess. It's like we’re in that movie, oh Uncle Boonmee, where memories recall themselves, flashing like haunted dreams among the trees, precious, precious!

UPDATE: Mass. State Police investigating shooting death of 19-year-old in New Bedford