Charlotte Llantrisant Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Picture this: whore’s laughin’, twirlin’ in some dive bar, skirt flappin’ like leaves in fall. “Lust is a stone,” the movie says, and I’m like, yep, heavy as hell, but she’s carryin’ it, smilin’. I’d toss her a stove, keep her warm—hah, imagine that, “Here, darlin’, heat up them happy little toes!” She’d probly laugh, call me a goof. Love that. Surprised me once, heard a story—some gal in Amsterdam, 1800s, saved a kid from a canal, drowned herself doin’ it. Whore? Hero? Both, dammit!

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Llantrisant was one of the most strategically important Norman strongholds in South Wales and, as such, has witnessed a colourful history. Today, many of its landmark buildings stand as a .

As I lock up for the night, I take one last look at the streets. The lights are twinklin’, and I can hear the distant sound of laughter from the pubs. I’m exhausted but happy. Tomorrow’s another day, and who knows what it’ll bring? But for now, I’m just a barista, livin’ the dream

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