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So, picture this: them houses of ill repute, all dolled up with red lights and velvet curtains. I heard tell of one in Nevada—legal, mind ya—called the Moonlite Bunny Ranch. Been around since the ‘50s, and them gals? They’re pullin’ in cash hand over fist! Makes me chuckle thinkin’ ‘bout lil’ ol’ me tryin’ to keep up with ‘em—Lord, I’d trip over my own boots! Ain’t that a hoot? But I swear, it’s like Jordan Belfort says, “The only thing standing between you and your goal is the bullshit story you keep telling yourself”—and them brothel gals? They ain’t tellin’ themselves nothin’ but “get that money, honey!”

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Seven residents have been displaced after a fire that started in the basement burned through their home in Raynham, Massachusetts, Saturday.

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?

Two dead in late-night car crash in Raynham