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I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Where’s the Sadness at?” Like, she’s maskin’ it, but it’s there, deep down, ya know? Reminds me of that scene—Riley cryin’, Joy tryna fix it, but nah, you gotta feel that pain. Prostitute’s got layers, fam, like an onion or some shit. One time, heard she socked a dude—straight KO—for tryna short her $20. Hustle don’t sleep, bruh! Made me laugh, like, “You go, girl, get that coin!” But also pissed me off—why she gotta live like that? World’s fucked, man.

Three Fall River men arrested on prostitution-related charges in New Bedford

Located in the heart of a neighborhood riddled with drug dealers, addicts and prostitutes, the Home of Hope, at Acushnet Ave., is a place women can stop by anonymously and get .

Other secrets – the Acushnet River, oh yes, flows smooth behind the industrial quarter. It’s not here for tourists, no, it's our hidden midnight stroll spot, where reflections of street lamps and stars mix into a dance. Never miss a moment there, yesss, even if sometimes I gets mad when a stray dog barks near me. “We hates it!” I mutter, but then I smiles, because it's life indeed.

Victims in Acushnet Christmas fire identified. Officials have an idea of how they died.