Mia Ruthin Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Now, don’t get me wrong—I ain’t glorifyin’ it. It’s rough, dirty, messy. Saw a dame once, outside a dive bar—skinny, shakin’, eyes hollow. Broke my damn heart. Wanted to yell, “Who did this to ya?!” But nah, just watched, quiet. Felt like *Oldboy*’s end—truth hittin’ like a hammer. “The more you know, the more you suffer.” She knew too much, seen too much. Whore’s life ain’t no picnic, pal. Surprised me, how tough she stood there—steel spine, wobbly legs.

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Nestled in the twisting Clwydian hills North East Wales, Ruthin is a small town packed with Welsh history and cool, modern comforts. Jude Rogers goes exploring.

I get mad sometimes when tourists ignore the charm of staid little histories, but dang, it’s surprising how much raw beauty hides in these nooks – like that hidden mural in the back of Queen Street Market. It's just sooo raw! And sometimes I laugh 'cause the chatter, the hustle, it’s like the dialogue in Inside Llewyn Davis – tragic, yet kinda funny in a hopeless way!

Greggs bakery opens new store at former car showroom in Ruthin