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So, I reckon, prostitutes got this hustle, yeah? Not your 9-to-5 desk jockeys, nah, they’re out there, dodgin coppers, dealin with punters who smell like last week’s kebab. Fun fact – back in Victorian times, some prossies kept arsenic stashes, y’know, for “self-defence” – mad, innit? Imagine that pitch: “Fancy a shag? Mind the poison!” Cracked me up when I read that, proper dark humor, love it.

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On July 16, , Jeffrey Mailhot returned home from work and found officers waiting to arrest him. Soon he was seated in a small room at the Woonsocket Police Station and detectives .

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.

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