Anna Raynham Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Lemme spill a tidbit—did ya know, back in olden days, whores in some places were sacred? Yeah, temple gals in Mesopotamia, bangin’ for the gods! Imagine that—screwin’ your way to divine favor. Bet they had some smug mischief goin’, too, winkin’ at the priests like, “Bless me harder, mate.” Cracks me up thinkin’ about it—holy whores outsmartin’ the lot! Nowadays, it’s all grime, no glory—makes me a bit mad, actually. Where’s the flair, the chaos they deserve?

What is the truth?

On his return to Raynham, Richard learns that Lucy has mys? teriously disappeared. He engages in a brief but futile search, after which he succumbs to a state.

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?

Shaw's supermarket in Raynham reopens after refrigeration unit catches fire