Mia Raynham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

So, picture dis - a whore, right, she’s like da rockstar of da streets, yeah? She’s out there, hustlin, makin her paper, and I’m like, respeck! Takes guts, fam, to be out in da game, dodgin da filth (dat’s da coppers, yo) and dealin wiv sleazy punters. Makes me proper angry, tho, cos some of dese geezers treat her like dirt. Is it cos I is black? Nah, fam, it’s cos dey’s proper wankers, innit! She’s out there, livin her truth, and dese mugs can’t handle it.

Identity of the ghost

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?

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