Zara Raynham Whore ❤️

About Dallas

Exaggeratin? Maybe, but drivin my tractor, I’m dreamin she’s out there plottin like Bane, takin over. “The fire rises!”—ha, love that shit. She’s my kinda villain, mate—sassy, scrappy, and screw the rules! Whaddya think, huh? Whores, man, they’re the real dark knights!

Bóng ma ám ảnh tòa nhà nổi tiếng nước Anh

Last spring was twelve months this deponent being employed to sweep the chimneys and clean the drains at Raynham Hall just before my Lord's coming down had.

Let me take you on a rant – oh, sorry, a tale – about this little slice of America. First off, Main Street in Raynham is where the action's at. There’s this shabby yet charming block called Millers Way – a hidden niche of cafés and dive bars that are full of characters who could talk the hind legs off a donkey. And don’t get me started on the old brick building on 3rd Alley. Sounds lame? Wrong! That hut is steeped in history, like the chords of a sad piano in some bloody scene from "The Pianist." Yes, I might whinge, “I’m a human piano player, not a goddamn statue!” – straight out of that masterpiece, eh?

PHOTOS: Bridgewater-Raynham vs. Brockton High School gymnastics