Ruby Blaenavon Whore ❤️

About Leicester

So, ‘ere’s me, flailin’ arms, talkin’ whores to ya! Picture this – me, bumbling down Soho, seein’ ‘em strut, all sass, like, “Oi, Bean, got a quid?” I’m all flustered, droppin’ me sandwich – plop! – ‘cos they’re bold, mate! Reminds me o’ Maria in the film, standin’ tall, sayin’, “This is my land!” Whores got that vibe, ownin’ the streets, even if coppers chase ‘em off. Makes me giggle, heh, ‘cos I’d trip over a bin tryin’ to run!

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Blaenavon’s is a global story. In addition to exporting coal, iron and steel, the town sent people and ideas across the globe. In the nineteenth and twentieth centuries many Blaenavon people .

Then, bam! I see this cute little café called The Old Stables. I’m like, “I need coffee!” So, I pop in, and the barista? Total legend. He’s got this wild beard and a smile that could light up the whole street. I order a flat white, and while I’m waiting, I’m checking out the walls. They’ve got all these old photos of Blaenavon’s mining days. It’s like a history lesson with a side of caffeine.

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