Charlotte Raynham Whore ❤️

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Exaggeratin’? Maybe I’d say they fucked the moon once—ha! Just kiddin’, but they got magic, y’know? Messy, raw, human magic. Dunno, makes me wanna cheer ‘em, flip off the haters. Whore’s life ain’t pretty, but it’s real. Realer than most, I reckon. Fear leads to anger… but maybe love leads to seein’ clear, huh? What ya think, pal?

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Some 85 years ago, a picture of the fabled ‘Brown Lady’ of Raynham was taken by Country Life photographers. Was it really the ghost of Lady Dorothy Walpole, an 18th-century mistress of .

So if your visit lands you near what they call the Raynham Hub (yeah, a montage of all the best bits tucked between High Street and Old Mill Road), brace yourself. Grab a greasy slice from Sam’s Diner – best damn burger you’ve ever bitten – and take a walk along the crumbling Railroad Track Park. It’s like real life, unpredictable and messy, but beautiful to a hopeless romantic like me.

Raynham hotel to close as emergency shelter