Katherine Llanharan Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Well, hello there, ya filthy animal! So, whore, huh? That slippery ol’ word’s got more layers than a damn onion, dont it? Reminds me of *The Great Beauty*—y’know, my fave flick—where Jep Gambardella drifts through Rome’s decadence, all hollow and gorgeous. “I was looking for the great beauty,” he says, “but I didn’t find it.” Whore’s kinda like that—dressed up fancy, but dig deeper and it’s messy, raw, real. Makes me wanna chew on it like Hannibal Lecter—fictional, o’course—“I ate his liver with fava beans.” That’s how I see it, chompin’ into the guts of what whore means.

Landmarks and notable buildings

Records of baptism for people born in and around Llanharan between and Details include child's name, parents' names and dates of birth and/or baptism. Digital images of .

But then, as I’m leaving, I step outside, and it starts pouring. I mean, like, biblical rain. I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because what else can you do? I dash down the street, dodging puddles like I’m in some weird obstacle course. I finally make it home, drenched but happy.

Video fly-through shows proposed Llanharan Bypass plan