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Den – lightbulb! – hear dis wild tale bout her. Word is, she once charm noble so hard, he gift her WHOLE villa! But she sell it quick, poof, gone! Why? “Too many curtains,” she say. Curtains! Dat kill me, so dumb, so her. She hate fancy, love dirty coin instead. Fact: most think prostitute all sad, broken – nah, Anya laugh at dat. She say, “I own me, not dem!” Like in movie, ya, “A man can’t live split in two!” She whole, fierce, even if world spit on her.

Seven men arrested in Fall River prostitution sting

On the night of her murder, she had traveled to Fall River to engage in prostitution with another sex worker, "Gail." Witnesses reported seeing Levesque.

Ah, Clarice… you wanna know about Fall-River, huh? Lemme tell ya, it's a real mixed bag, a treat and a trick all at once. So, Fall-River (us) is this gnarly little gem in Massachusetts with a vibe that’ll grab you by the collar and never let go. The city streets? Man, you got your main drag on Fall River Heritage Way and Maple Street—places with an old-world charm that reminds me of those eerie, untouched corners in The White Ribbon. "There is a moment of terror," like Haneke said, in every shadowed alley and time-worn facade.

Seeds of change: Community garden gets the green light in Fall River's Flint neighborhood