Isabelle Pencoed Whore ❤️

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Thing bout Whore, she’s sly—got this grin, like she knows somethin’ you don’t. Reminds me of that line, “Accept the mystery,” ya know? She’s a puzzle, man, ain’t no solvinn’ her. One time, she rolled up smellin’ like cheap gin and lilacs—wtf, right? Had me laughin’ so hard I near choked on my beer. She’s a trip, unpredictable, keeps ya guessin’. That’s what I dig—never borin’, always got some drama brewin’.

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Finally, I head back to the workshop, and I’m knackered. I plop down on my old chair, and I think about the day. It was mad, but it was mine. Pencoed’s a wild place, but it’s got character. Just like me.

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