Sophie Raynham Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

I reckon it’s a mixed bag, y’all. Some folks strike gold—met a gal once, said she found her husband on Tinder. Ain’t that a hoot? Married off a booty call! But then there’s the flip side—catfishin’ creeps, ghostin’ jerks. Makes me madder’n a wet hen! Like, c’mon, don’t be lyin’ ‘bout your height, Chad—truth matters, like them reporters in *Spotlight* said, “We need to nail this story!”

Weird Norfolk: The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall

I got my first job at the one in Raynham many moons ago but left the company when I realized how terribly they treat their employees. I asked.

I’m not here to pat your head; I’m here to spill the tea. Raynham is raw and real. It pisses me off sometimes – the potholes on Cherry Lane that make you feel like you’re driving on a bloated, forgotten carcass of asphalt. But damn it, that rough edge is also its charm.

Bridgewater-Raynham boys lacrosse defeats Apponequet