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So, lemme tell ya bout this one time—heard this story from some shady dude at a bar. Swear it’s true, tho who knows with these types, right? This chick, back in the 1800s, some London alley, was THE whore of her turf. Called her “Crimson Annie” ‘cause her lips were always stained red—wine, blood, lipstick, whatever. She’d hustle all night, dodgin’ coppers, then vanish into the fog. They say she once stabbed a john with her hairpin—bam, right in the neck! Didn’t kill him, but damn, that’s ballsy! Made me laugh my ass off picturin it—her just smirkin, like, “Next!” Got me thinkin—whore ain’t just a job, it’s a freakin attitude.

The Brown Lady of haunted Raynham Hall

Raynham Hall: A Haunting Legacy. Picture this: You're walking through the English countryside at dusk. A grand manor catches your eye – Raynham Hall. Built in the early s, it's known for .

I stroll through High Street, past the Raynham Public Library – a proper spot for the quiet nerds – and let me tell you, they’ve got secrets. Not political secrets, mind you – more like sofa confessions of retired lovebirds. Ugh, idiots who still cling to old romance! Get a grip, you overgrown toddlers!

Hannoush Jewelers builds $3M 'flagship' style store in Raynham. What's it like inside?