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sometimes tho, it’s sad, real sad. girls stuck there, no pianos to play, no way out. “I was alone,” Szpilman said, n’ I feel that echoin here. gets me thinkin – who’s forcin this? pimps? johns? makes my blood boil, man! but then, some gals own it, struttin like queens, n’ that surprises me – power in the grit, ya dig?

Do you own this Venue?

Oh, man, here's a secret – check out the old mill near the dam in the north end. Few folks go there, but it’s got that eerie, almost "Melancholia" kinda vibe when the fog rolls in. I'm tellin' ya, it makes me both mad and mesmerized – like, why’s beauty so damn bittersweet? Ugh, had me almost cryin’ like a baby.

Pampered Pooch takes over abandoned Woonsocket Del's