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What gets my goat? Them judgy types—callin’ escorts trash, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off! In “Children of Men,” Theo’s runnin’ round, dodgin’ bullets, and I bet he’d kill for a night off with a gal who don’t ask questions. “The world’s gone to shit,” he’d say, “so why not?” Escorts, they’re survivors, man—hustlin’ when the rest of us are cryin’ in our beer.

Let's go for a walk: Corridor to the past around Clydach

Next, I head over to the bakery on Commercial Street. Best pasties in town, no joke. I’m standin’ in line, and this lady in front of me is takin’ forever. Like, c’mon, lady, it’s a pasty, not a five-course meal! Finally, I get my hands on one, and it’s glorious. Flaky crust, savory filling—pure bliss.

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