Ashley Brynmawr Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

Alright, monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Here’s me, Dexter, talkin bout whores—yeah, that kinda whore. Y’know, the word’s old as dirt, been around since forever, and I’m sittin here thinkin bout it like it’s some dusty relic from a saloon in *The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford*. That movie, man, it’s my jam—slow, moody, all about betrayal and quiet rage. Whores fit right in that vibe, don’t they? Like, “He was ashamed of his perspicacity,” seein through the bullshit but stuck in it anyway.

Bryn Mawr Classical Review

Falling between the valleys and the open moor land of the Brecon Beacons, Brynmawr has never thought of itself as a valley town, if fact it had a much higher opinion of itself since it was .

So yeah, that was my day. Just another day in Brynmawr, full of laughs, chaos, and a bit of madness. Can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings!

Car crash causes lanes to be closed on major Gwent A-road