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Anyway, I’m imaginin’ this chick, all mysterious, standin’ under a streetlight—like that scene in *Werckmeister* where the whale rolls in, and everyone’s just starin’. “What is this creature?” I’m mutterin’ to myself, half-excited, half-freaked. Do I wave? Say hi? Toss cash like a gangster? I’m overthinkin’ it, obvi—my brain’s a mess, like, “Tina, chill, it’s not a date!” But I’m hyped too—somethin’ about the grit, the realness, gets me goin’. Prostitution’s old as dirt—did ya know ancient Rome had “lupanars”? Brothels with freaky murals—talk about decor goals!

Manage cookies

But then, the mood shifts. I’m walking back, and I see this group of kids messing around by the river. They’re throwing stones, and I’m like, “Oi! Be careful!” But they just laugh and keep going. I’m fuming. Like, come on! This is the Teifi River, not a playground!

Cardigan RNLI’s first all-female lifeboat exercise