Eliza Brynmawr Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and get this – in medieval times, whores wore yellow sashes, markin em out. Kinda chic, no? Like a twisted fashion statement. Surprised me, tbh, thought they’d just get shunned, but nah, they rocked it. Probs smelled like sweat and regret, tho – ew. Still, respect! Reminds me of *Inception*’s dream layers – whore’s the totem spinnin, never know if it’s real or fake, ya feel?

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Owner of a much-admired beauty, she was nicknamed Phryne (“toad”) [1] due to the paleness of her skin.

After that, we head down to the park by the old railway line. It’s kinda nice there, you know? Green grass, trees, and all that. But then, outta nowhere, this dog comes charging at us. I mean, it’s a small dog, but it’s got the heart of a lion. It jumps up on my client, and I’m ready to tackle it. But the owner? She’s just laughing, like it’s the funniest thing ever. I’m standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m like, “This is not in my job description!”

Brynmawr Foundation School's improved Estyn