Skylar Raynham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

D’oh! I get all fired up talkin’ ‘bout it! Whore’s one o’ those words – makes ya laugh, makes ya mad. Like when Lenny calls me one at the plant? Pisses me off! But then I’m like, “Heh, fair enough.” It’s got power, man! Used to shame folks, mostly gals, which sucks. Total bummer. But then – surprise! – some chicks flipped it, made it theirs. Badass move! Like Saul, starin’ death down, sayin’, “I’ll bury my son.” That’s guts, dude!

Inside out~

For centuries there were unsettling suggestions of a shadowy figure in a brown dress drifting through magnificent Raynham Hall, near Fakenham. And then, in December , the Brown .

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?

Motorcyclist and 16-year-old passenger badly injured in Raynham crash. What we know