Emily Fall River Find A Prostitute ❤️

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So, I’m thinkin’, “Ozzy, you mad bastard, what’s this then?” – find a prostitute ain’t just a walk in the park, nah. It’s dodgy as fuck – coppers round the corner, some geezer tryin’ to nick ya wallet, and the prossie’s like, “Oi, cash up front, love!” Made me proper angry, that – I ain’t no mug, yeah? But then, this one bird, she’s all sweet, smilin’ like she’s happy to see me. Surprised me, that did – thought they’d all be miserable sods.

Eight busted during Fall River prostitution sting

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.

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