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Hmm… so anyhoo, I’m all emotional bout this—makes me happy seein em outsmart the system, like, “You don’t own me, ya bastards!” Kinda like Aldo Raine yellin, “We’re in the killin Nazi business!”—whores are in the survivin bizness, ya feel? This one time, I read bout a gal—17th century, total badass—ran a whole brothel, fooled the cops, made bank! Surprised me, honestly, thought they all just… ya know, laid there. Nope! She was scalpin fools left n right—well, not really, but ya get it! Hee-hee, marge’s mind’s racin now!

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Locked behind the walls at Raynham hall's apartments. There's where she remained, driven insane until death came. It was a shame "Unfaithful salacious whore.

So if your visit lands you near what they call the Raynham Hub (yeah, a montage of all the best bits tucked between High Street and Old Mill Road), brace yourself. Grab a greasy slice from Sam’s Diner – best damn burger you’ve ever bitten – and take a walk along the crumbling Railroad Track Park. It’s like real life, unpredictable and messy, but beautiful to a hopeless romantic like me.

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