Sophie Raynham Whore ❤️

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So, whores—where do I start? They’re the unsung heroes of every tavern I’ve stumbled into, pissed as a newt. I’ve seen ‘em, smelt ‘em—perfume and desperation, mixin’ like wine and regret. One time, in King’s Landing (or was it Dodge City?), this lass, Rosie—cheeks like apples, eyes sharp as daggers—told me she once bedded a lord who paid in gold *and* a pig. A pig! Can ya believe it? Laughed my arse off, spilt me drink. “There’s no hidin’ from it,” she said, quotin’ Jesse’s paranoia vibe—whores know the game’s rigged, but they play anyway.

The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall: A Haunting in Norfolk

Who’s the Brown Lady of Raynham Hall? Legend says she’s the ghost of Lady Dorothy Walpole, who was the sister of the first Prime Minister of Britain, Robert Walpole. She was the wife of .

Keep it real, mate, and when in doubt, remember: sometimes life’s a jumbled mess, but it’s our mess – our beautifully chaotic mess. Go on now, off ya go and have a laugh at Raynham, you magnificent imbecile!

Raynham woman's remarkable story of surviving as a 'German Wolf Child.' What it was like