Mila Raynham Whore ❤️❤️

About Dallas

Sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg!”—I’d tell her, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, sweetheart!” Whore’s a word with baggage—makes me laugh sometimes, tho. Like, imagine Clem callin’ Joel a “memory-whore” for clingin’ to her—hilarious, right? I’d watch that scene on repeat, popcrn in hand. Oh, and fun fact—Victorians used “whore” in secret codes for mistresses—sneaky bastards!

What is the truth?

I got my first job at the one in Raynham many moons ago but left the company when I realized how terribly they treat their employees. I asked.

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?

Three Raynham Firefighters Graduate from Massachusetts Firefighting Academy