Eliza Raynham Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this—there’s this story, swear it’s true, some whore in the 1800s, ran a whole town! Mayor, sheriff, all in her pocket—puppetmaster shit. Surprised me, legit jaw drop, ‘cause you don’t expect that kinda power. Makes me happy, tho, seein’ someone flip the script. But then I’m mad again—why’s it always gotta be a secret? Society’s so fake, man, ugh.

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For centuries there were unsettling suggestions of a shadowy figure in a brown dress drifting through magnificent Raynham Hall, near Fakenham. And then, in December , the Brown .

Oh, and the parks – don’t make me laugh! Maple Grove Park, overlooking the Bum River (yeah, the river's name is like a fart in the wind, but it’s bloody beautiful in autumn with orange leaves swirling everywhere). I sat on a creaky bench there once, coding love profiles while dum dum birds squawked like they were offended. Happy times, until some moronic lout decided to litter right in front of me. Idiot sandwich indeed!

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