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So, Find a Prostitute—sounds like a bad Craigslist ad, but it’s real, yo. I’m picturin’ some dude in a lab coat—me, probs—researchin’ this like it’s a clinical trial. Consent forms? Check. Risky behavior? Double check. I’m laughin’ my ass off thinkin’ about it—some poor sap tryin’ to “defuse” the situation, like in Bigelow’s flick. “The rush of battle is a potent addiction,” she says—ha! Swap battle for a shady motel room, and bam, you’re hooked, buddy.

12 arrested out of Fall River in connection with prostitution

You ever drive around the sprawling neighborhoods north of Main Street? Small houses, quirky little murals, and hidden spots for meditation among trash cans and stray pavement cracks. Yeah, I know, sounds absurd, but hey, beauty’s in the weird details. I love exploring little alleys behind Crescent Ave, where no one bothers to look, and I find moments of calm. Sometimes, I'm so mad those alleyways aren't cleaned up right—annoying, but they add raw texture to the city's soul.

Bristol Community College Putting Tampons In Men's Bathroom On Fall River Campus