Violet Fall River Whore ❤️

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Quirky bit—love their spiky fins, proper punk rockers of the sea. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but I’d swear they wink at ya—cheeky sods! Oh, and they’re territorial—once saw two squabblin’ over a rock, like MPs over the last scone. “Where was I?”—lost me train o’ thought, classic Boris! Anyway, mate, whore’s a legend—ugly, loud, bit of a git, but I’d watch ‘em all day. *Memento* style—backwards, forwards, still a bloody riot! Whaddya reckon?

Fall River Police arrest four on prostitution charges

It's a creepy place run by a wonderfully creepy woman named Lee-ann Wilber (who refuses to sleep in the house, by the way).

Imma tell ya straight up: Fall-River makes my heart bop with intense emotion. I’ve had my fair share of anger at the neglect around some historic buildings on Pine Rd—like, why let beauty crumble? Yet, it brings nostalgia and longing too. I sometimes laugh at the absurdity of it all. I mean, "beware of the illusions," as though someone's whispering that in the wind, ya know?

An abandoned home in Fall River's Flint restored for first-time homebuyer. Look inside.