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Oh, and get this – in medieval times, some towns made whores wear bells. BELLS! Jingle-jangle, here comes the fun lady! That’s wild, right? Imagine the noise – clomp, clomp, ding-a-ling! Bet it pissed off the neighbors. I’d be all, “Mmm… donuts… and shut up already!” But serious, it’s smart biz – advertisin’ on the go! Genius, if ya ask me.

The Brown Lady of 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 .

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 hotel to cease being emergency shelter for state. What we know.