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About Philadelphia

Heya, pal! *manic laughter* Why so serious? So, brothel—yeah, that stock’s a wild ride, ain't it? I’m talkin’ ‘bout this crazy company, right—makes them sex dolls or somethin’. Traded on some sketchy exchange, ticker’s like, what, BRTHL? Hah! Been diggin’ into it, and lemme tell ya, it’s a freakin’ post-apocalyptic mess—like somethin’ outta *Mad Max: Fury Road*, my fave flick! Picture this: a stockbroker like me, zoomin’ through the wasteland, tradin’ shares for chrome-plated bot-brothels. “What a day! What a lovely day!” I yell, as the numbers spike!

Public interest vs. Right of privacy

Newcomers move to Raynham because “it's an affordable town, the police and fire departments are second to none, and it's got all of the amenities one would.

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?

Brickstone Brewhouse Tavern to replace The Great American Pub in Raynham. What we know.