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Once, I saw this gal—skinny, smokin’, signin’ dirty jokes. Cracked me up! “Want a ride, babushka?” she signed. Hilarious—me, a babushka? Puh-lease! But damn, she was smooth. Made me happy—hustle’s real. Surprised me too—didn’t expect charm. Thought it’d be all grim, y’know? Nope—sass in spades!

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Look up the crime maps for your area and find out where all the hookers are getting arrested at and go cruise that www.facebook.comg: Raynham.

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?

Raynham Youth Baseball and Softball Association held opening day on Sunday