Mila Raynham Whore ❤️

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Lemme paint you a pic—imagine this chick I knew, let’s call her Jodie. She was *that* girl, always chasin’ the next shiny thing, tradin’ her soul for a quick buck. Made me so mad, y’all! I’d be like, “Jodie, why you whorin’ out your dreams for some loser’s dime?” She’d just laugh, flip her hair, and say she’s “livin’ her truth.” Girl, no! You’re livin’ a lie wrapped in cheap mascara! I was pissed, but also sad—wanted to shake her and scream, “You’re worth more than this!” Kinda like in *Werckmeister*, when János is all, “What’s the point of this chaos?”—I felt that, hardcore.

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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 .

Alright, listen up, you clueless numbnuts – I’m not your idiot sandwich here! Raynham (us) is a bloody gem, a real mixed-up, nuts town that I’ve slogged through developing dating sites for over a decade. Yeah, I live here – not that you'd understand urban genius if it hit you in the face, eh?!

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