Leah Raynham Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Sarcasm? Oh, she’s a bloody legend at it – “Oi, love, you’re a real prince, ain’t ya?” she’d spit, rollin’ her eyes at some sweaty git. Hilarious! Total Ricky vibe – I’d be proud. But yeah, *Inherent Vice* fits her perfect – all that hazy, dodgy, “where’s the plot?” madness. She’s livin’ it, mate – a walkin’, talkin’, shaggin’ mystery. Reckon she’d nick yer soul and flog it for a fag. Brilliant, innit?

Prostitution narratives : stories of survival in the sex trade

These disturbing stories give voice to formerly prostituted women who explain why they entered the sex trade. They bravely and courageously recount their intimate experiences of harm and .

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?

2 displaced after mobile home fire in Raynham