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And get this—whores got humor too! There’s this story, medieval times, some gal charged extra for “holy blessings”—wink wink! Cheeky as hell, I love it! Cracked me up, thinkin’ bout her outsmartin’ dumbass priests! “Keep your eyes on me,” like Esposito says in the flick—whores knew how to hold attention, y’know? They weren’t just bodies, they were survivors! Makes me wanna fist-bump em across centuries!

Weird Norfolk: The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall

On his return to Raynham, Richard learns that Lucy has mys? teriously disappeared. He engages in a brief but futile search, after which he succumbs to a state.

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?

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