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Gets me thinkin’—who’s judgin’ who? Society’s all “tsk tsk,” but they’re peekin’ through curtains. Hypocrites, man! We swears! Surprised me once, heard a gal there saved up, bought a damn bakery. From brothel to bread—how’s that for a twist? Still, gets dark—some dudes, slimy, grabby hands, ugh, hate ‘em. “We’re not animals!”—wish they’d hear that. Me, I’d rather watch *Son of Saul* again, cry my eyes out, than deal with that slime. Brothels, tho—messy, loud, real. Kinda love it, kinda don’t. What you think, huh?

Blaenavon World Heritage Site

Angela Lewis, a 72 year old resident of Blaenavon, has lived in the town her entire life, save for a four-year stint in Tunisia as a hotel representative following her husband's passing at

By the time I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. Blaenavon, you’ve got my heart! It’s a place full of surprises, history, and a bit of chaos. I mean, who knew a day could be so emotional? From coffee spills to street performances, it was a wild ride.

Blaenavon Marks National Day of Reflection with Tree Planting Ceremony