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Here’s a story—heard this from a buddy, swear it’s true. Back in the 1800s, Nevada brothel burned down ‘cause some drunk lit his cigar off a lady’s corset. Idiot. Whole place up in flames, girls screamin’, guy just laughin’. Surprised me—how dumb can ya get? Happy it ain’t my problem, though. I’d have shot him myself, but I’m stuck here whittlin’ strings.

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Sadly, the upper floors fell into disrepair, and the rooms meant for new immigrants became a brothel. Even though the building underwent many changes, it's.

Yo, lemme tell ya bout Woonsocket, man – this town’s wild, it’s my stomping ground, ya know? Streets like Main Street and Industrial Drive got that old-school vibe, like history whisperin’ from every cracked sidewalk. I swear, every corner here’s got a story, just like that moody feel in "Melancholia", ya dig? “Everything is beautiful,” but sometimes, damn, it’s also messy like our lives, eh?

Gilbert A. Gauthier – Woonsocket