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Now, here’s a tidbit ye won’t find in yer fancy books: back in the 1700s, some o’ these wenches’d smuggle rum under their skirts fer pirates like meself. Crafty lasses! Kept us drunk and happy—sneaky as a fox in a henhouse. Surprised me first time I saw it, rum drippin’ down her leg, and I’m thinkin’, “Well, that’s a treasure worth plunderin’!” Ha! Savvy?

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Narcotics detectives arrested two women Wednesday, after an investigation into complaints of street-level prostitution in the city's near North End.

The harbor itself? Damn, it glimmers like a treasure chest. I’d watch boats bobbing in New Bedford Harbor – my mood’s flipped from euphoric to pissed off sometimes, like when the wind picks up unexpectedly. And the Acushnet River – it's sneaky and winding. I once spent a lazy afternoon there, thinkin’ life’s a jumbled mess… "Everything you see, every sound, every taste, is all connected."

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