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About San Diego

Favorite flick’s *No Country*—that slow-burn tension? Brothels got it too. You walk in, it’s quiet, eerie, like Anton Chigurh’s lurkin’ with a cattle gun. “What’s it gonna be, friendo?”—pay up or get out. Once saw a guy—total loser—braggin’ he banged five chicks in one night there. Bullsh*t. Everybody lies, specially him. Prolly cried in the corner instead. Made me smirk, though—pathetic bastard.

The Cathouse Brothel

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