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About Los Angeles

Here’s a nugget – little known fact, swear it’s true. Back in the 1800s, San Fran’s gold rush days, prostitutes ran the show. Called ‘em “soiled doves” – poetic, right? They’d bank more than miners, legit bosses. Kinda badass, made me happy thinkin’ how they flipped the game. But – ugh – the sleazy pimps? Pissed me off, exploitin’ that hustle. Still do.

'The noblest pyle among us': Raynham in its Local Context

Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Raynham.

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?

Taunton Eats: Tom & Jimmy's now open in Raynham; vendor, craft fair at Stoneforge