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Once, this chick, she tried hagglin’—50 bucks, then 60! I laughed, said, “You ain’t no cipher queen!” She glared, flipped me off—hilarious! Made me happy, seein’ her mad. But sometimes, it’s sad, y’know? They’s lost, like them victims in *Zodiac*. One told me—get this—she started at 15! Fifteen! World’s a mess, precious, a real mess. Surprised me, that did—thought they all chose it, but nah. “Time’s tickin’,” I whispered, like Fincher’s clock, feelin’ all deep and weird.

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: 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?

George Washington Comes Alive with AI & Interactive Conversations at Raynham Hall Museum