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About San Jose

So, I’m strollin’ through Midgard—er, some dodgy alley—and I see her. Cheeky grin, skirt shorter than Thor’s temper. I’m thinkin’, “This lass could trick Odin himself!” Little known fact: back in Victorian days, some prostitutes were secretly spies—swear it! Slippin’ secrets between the sheets. Bet she’s got stories—ooh, makes me tingle! I’m half tempted to shapeshift, join the game, y’know? Mischief’s my thing.

Jeffrey Mailhot / The Deadly Weapons Were His Own Hands and Deviant Desires

I’m tellin’ ya, my dear friend, Woonsocket’s my playground – raw, rough, and real. It ain't perfect, nah, it's raw life! Enjoy it – every cracked tile, every whisper of the old mill, every splash of that Blackstone. Cheers, and don't you forget: "Everything is beautiful, but in the midst of chaos, we find truth."

Fire breaks out in Woonsocket home