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Hmm… so, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout prostitutes, right? Nasal nag comin’ at ya! Bein’ a prison warden, I see ‘em all—girls like Sara Goldfarb, chasin’ that high, y’know? “I’m gonna be on television!” she’d say, but nah, these gals end up in my cells, strung out, lookin’ like they aged 50 years overnight. Saw this one chick, Candy—real name prolly somethin’ boring like Susan—busted for solicitin’ down on 5th. Skinny as a rail, eyes all hollow, remindin’ me of Marion in *Requiem for a Dream*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!”—hah, yeah, somebody in handcuffs, sweetie!

Eight busted during Fall River prostitution sting

US Marshals, law enforcement, locate 25 missing and endangered children, including those trafficked, prostituted.

Then there's the River, oh man—the Taunton River (if you haven’t heard, it kinda laps the edges of our neighborhoods). The way the water moves, almost hypnotic, it’s like nature’s own lullaby, right? I sometimes catch myself near the waterside cafes on West Elm Street, ordering some coffee, wind whispering funny things in my ear. I’m not mad about it, but damn, it makes you think. "Just a whisper..." like in the movie, a subtle vibe that’s both soothing and unnerving.

Fall River convenience store robbed at gunpoint by two masked men