Jasmine Brymbo Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, this one whore—let’s call her Candy, ‘cause why not?—she’s a real piece o’ work. Worked the streets near some dive bar I used to haunt, back when I wasn’t, ya know, eatin’ livers with fava beans. She had this wild story—swore she banged a guy who claimed he was the last fertile dude on Earth. Total *Children of Men* vibes, right? “We’re all fucked anyway,” she’d laugh, spittin’ on the curb. Made me chuckle, that gritty charm. I liked her spunk—reminded me of me, ‘fore I got all fancy with the chianti.

Which county is Brymbo in?

Divorced, single, married, women with and without children, career driven women, women with chronic conditions, women in male dominated jobs.

As the sun starts settlin’, I head back towards the center. I’m feelin’ a bit peckish, so I pop into a chippy. Best fish and chips in town, no doubt! I sit down, and the owner, a lovely lady, starts chattin’ me up. She’s tellin’ me about the local football team, Brymbo FC. Apparently, they’re doin’ well this season. I’m like, “Good for them!”

Former Fulham scout and Druids chairman aims to help Brymbo FC rekindle a glorious past