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So, brothel—shady joint, yeah? Girls giggling, lads leerin’, cash flyin’ about. Once heard this tale—some geezer in 1800s, right, paid with a bleedin’ goat! A GOAT! Imagine that, baa-ing in the parlor, proper mental. Got me laughin’ so hard I choked on me tea—splutter, cough, TEA EVERYWHERE! Them old-time punters, wild, eh? Makes ya wonder wot else they dragged in.

Do you own this Venue?

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