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Sometimes it’s sad tho. Some gals ain’t choose it—pisses me off! Bad dudes trick ‘em, and I’m like, “I’ll pound ya with my starfish fists!” But then, some own it, strut like queens, and I’m cheerin’, “You go, girl!” Oh, fun story—heard in Vegas once, a prossie dressed as Elvis! “Thank ya very much,” she says, takin’ cash—hysterical!

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Street girls will charge you 40 bucks for a BJ in the car. Didn't know there were girls on clarence. On backpage it is and up for intercourse for 30 minutes. for massage and HJ for 45 Missing: Raynham.

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?

Raynham woman's remarkable story of surviving as a 'German Wolf Child.' What it was like