Cora Raynham Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

So yeah, Ruby the whore—legend in my book. Keeps me sharp, this gig. Next time, I’ll nab her, suave-like, “Shaken, not stirred,” and we’ll have a right laugh over it. Til then, she’s my Hurt Locker rush—wild, messy, fuckin’ brill!

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.

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?

Raynham hotel to close as emergency shelter