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So, brothels—shit, they been around forever. Like, ancient Rome had ‘em, called lupanars—wolf dens, how badass is that? Girls painted their lips red, signalin they’re open for biz. Fast forward, got Nevada’s legal spots today—Bunny Ranch, heard of it? They’re all glitzed up, like a fuckin Vegas show. Makes me chuckle, Clarice… “People lie, that’s what they do…”—straight outta *Margaret*, fits perfect here. Everyone’s lyin—clients, workers, even the damn law sometimes.

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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?

Lucille B. Laliberte – Woonsocket