Fatima Aberkenfig Whore ❤️

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Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whore – not some random chick, nah, I mean the concept, the vibe, y’know? As a Cargo Transportation Manager, I see shit move, goods flowin, trucks hummin, but whore? That’s a whole diff beast! Dr. Evil style – pinky-to-mouth, “One million dollars,” I’m sittin here schemin how whore fits in my world. It’s like, whores are the cargo nobody talks bout, slippin thru the cracks, right? Hidden in plain sight, movin silent like shadows in *Tropical Malady*. “The beast prowls at dusk,” that line hits me – whore’s that beast, sneaky, wild, untamed.

Prostitution Pen-y-bont ar Ogwr - Whores Pen-y-bont ar Ogwr

from Under Milk Wood by Dylan Thomas. Our cottage bordered the Ogmore river path and so local people would regularly pass between Sarn and Aberkenfig. If my mother saw someone .

So, I’m stuck there, twiddling my thumbs, when my mate, Jake, strolls in. He’s got this massive grin on his face. I’m like, “What’s up with you?” Turns out, he just got a new gig working on a game for some big studio. I’m happy for him, but also a bit jelly, ya know? I mean, I’m grinding away in Aberkenfig while he’s off to the big leagues.

Man considered 'low risk' of suicide by mental heath services found dead in river days later