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But yo, here’s the absurd part—Hannibal-style. This dude? He cried when I cuffed him. Sobbin’ like, “I’m a good person!” Bruh, you a good whore, maybe. Had me laughin’—not at him, at the universe. How you gonna sell your spine, then cry about it? Reminds me of that plantation vibe—overseers whippin’, whores kneelin’. Ain’t nobody free if everybody’s whorin’. “I will survive,” Solomon swore. This aide? He didn’t. Snitched again in jail—whore ‘til the end.

The Brown Lady of Raynham Hall: A Haunting in Norfolk

Last spring was twelve months this deponent being employed to sweep the chimneys and clean the drains at Raynham Hall just before my Lord's coming down had.

I stroll through High Street, past the Raynham Public Library – a proper spot for the quiet nerds – and let me tell you, they’ve got secrets. Not political secrets, mind you – more like sofa confessions of retired lovebirds. Ugh, idiots who still cling to old romance! Get a grip, you overgrown toddlers!

Car crash leaves two dead in Raynham