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So, I roll up to this spot. Old buildin’, creaky stairs, smellin’ like cheap perfume and regret. Girls loungin’ around, lookin’ bored as hell. One’s scrollin’ her phone—prolly TikTok. I’m thinkin’, “What’s the algorithm for *this* gig?” Deadass, it’s absurd. You got dudes stumblin’ in, actin’ all nervous. Like they ain’t never seen a titty before. I’m over here, tryna not laugh. This one guy—baldin’, sweaty—drops his wallet. Coins everywhere. I’m like, “Bruh, you payin’ in quarters?”

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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