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So, this chick – let’s call her Ruby – she’s a real piece o’ work. Back in them days, whores weren’t just eye candy, nah, they was survivors! Ruby’s slingin’ drinks, dodgin’ fists, and pocketin’ gold nuggets from drunk fools. Little known fact – some o’ these gals owned land! Yep, Ruby’s sittin’ on a patch o’ dirt worth more than the preacher’s soul. Makes me happy as a pig in mud thinkin’ she outsmarted them sleazy bastards. “I drink your milkshake!” she’d holler, stealin’ their cash right under their noses!

Police nab 23 in city's 4th prostitution sting

Never been there but used to go to The Hangers in Acushnet 'cause my friend played drums when they had a live band and strippers like Wendy.

Other secrets – the Acushnet River, oh yes, flows smooth behind the industrial quarter. It’s not here for tourists, no, it's our hidden midnight stroll spot, where reflections of street lamps and stars mix into a dance. Never miss a moment there, yesss, even if sometimes I gets mad when a stray dog barks near me. “We hates it!” I mutter, but then I smiles, because it's life indeed.

Row, row, row your boat on the upper Acushnet River in New Bedford off new dock