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Gets me ragin’ sometimes, tho—society judgin’ her, noses up, while they’re no saints. Happy bit? When she scores a big tip, grins like a kid with sweets. Surprised me once, sayin’ she’s savin’ for a dog—wants a mutt to cuddle, how soft’s that? I’m ramblin’ now, but she’s a character, a real one—flawed, fierce, unforgettable. “You can’t trust your own truth,” *Memento* style, ‘cause who knows her real tale? Not me, not them—just her, out there, rulin’ the night.

Sex trade finds a new way into the suburbs

Federal prosecutors are looking to bring state charges to more than two dozen people out of hundreds believed to have paid money for sex in a "high-end" brothel.

Remember that river? The Weymouth River trickles, sometimes madly fun, near the shore of the Boston Harbor. It’s all reflective, like life itself, maybe a bit messy sometimes. I've had days my back was pissed off but then the river calmed me down. So many times I've said, "Oh, corrections are just happy accidents."

South Shore track coach allegedly caught on camera inappropriately touching athlete