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But oh, the rage—poxy bastards cheatin’ honest lads! Saw a punter once, robbed blind, weepin’. “You think you know me?” he cries, like Ed Harris ragin’. I’d torch the place meself, but then—where’d the fun go? Them girls, tho, tough as nails—surprised me, truly. One lass, Bess, told me she’d shiv a bloke ‘fore he’d stiff her pay. Respect, I say!

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Later that year, a suspicious fire at a house suspected to be a brothel got out of control and ended up burning down the Town & Good Templar building. At.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” Everyone’s panicking, running out like it’s the end of the world. I’m just standing there, scissors in hand, like a deer in headlights. Turns out, it was just a faulty alarm. Classic Ferndale, right? Always something going on.

Ferndale fire rattles locals