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What gets me blood boilin’, though? The hypocrisy! Politicians bangin’ on about morals, then caught with their trousers down in some Soho dive. Makes me wanna dunk their heads in the deep end and hold ‘em there. But then, I’m happy too – coz brothels, they’re honest, ain’t they? No faff, no “let’s date first” bollocks – just cash, bang, ta-ra. Brutal, beautiful truth. “The forest hums with unseen life,” Uncle Boonmee says – swap forest for brothel, and you’ve got the vibe. Hidden, pulsing, alive.

The Brotheler Guide

Han Lee, a Massachusetts woman, pleaded guilty in federal court to operating a high-end brothel network catering to wealthy clients.

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.

From camper to cafe: Raynham's mobile coffee purveyor opening a brick-and-mortar location