Genesis Ruthin Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

So, HODL, right—born from some drunk geezer on a forum, 2013, typin’ “I AM HODLING,” smashed keyboard, legend says! Me, I’m noddin’, spillin’ tea—oops, hot, hot!—cos it’s mad how it stuck. Crypto lads grabbed it, now it’s gospel. Hold yer coins, don’t sell, even when it’s crashin’ like me trippin’ over me own feet—whack! Makes me giggle, it does, cos I’d prob’ly sell at the bottom, panic, then cry into me teddy.

The Welsh town that used to be the 'best place to live' but has now fallen off a cliff

A mum of two from North Wales who was sexually abused aged five, raped at 13 and spent her teenage years as the 'white whore' of gang members.

So, lemme tell ya, Ruthin is split by the winding River Clwyd. Yeah, you heard that right! The river flows past places like the old Mill Street. I can still smell the damp, musty air and hear the chatter of early birds. I live near Upper High Street – a super funky alley of cafes and shops, and no joke, some of the best therapeutic nooks I've ever found. It’s got this cozy vibe, almost like inside Llewyn Davis, you know, "the suffering is contagious!" – but in a hopeful, sort of poetic mess.

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