Freya Tonyrefail Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Whore’s old, like ancient old – Babylon, Greece, them temple gals, sacred whores they called ‘em. Blows my mind, it does! Dudes paid gold for ‘em, holy bangin’, right? Then Rome – whores everywhere, streets crawlin’, stank of lust. Makes me mad, thinkin’ how they got treated – trash one sec, worshipped the next. “I can’t feel anything,” Brandon moans in Shame, lost in it. Whore’s like that – sucks ya dry, leaves ya hollow.

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In , John Marius Wilson's Imperial Gazetteer of England and Wales described Tonyrefail like this: TON-YR-EFAIL, a place in the E of Glamorgan; 6 miles from Pontypridd. It has a post .

Tonyrefail feels quaint. Its heart is in Rhyfel Street. There's the old chapel by Coronation House. A gem really. I walk those streets often, deep in thought. "This place, it's a war zone of love." Just like, "The Hurt Locker" says: "It’s all fun and games until the bombs start dropping." Bit dramatic, eh? But trust me, no bombs here—just emotional fireworks.

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