Hannah Dinas Powys Whore ❤️❤️

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Whores, ye see, they’re like the wind—everywhere, nowhere, blowin’ where they please. Ain’t no black pearl, but they’ve got tricks up their skirts, savvy? Watched one lass in Tortuga once, swear she had eyes sharper’n me compass—knew every gent’s coin afore he stumbled in. Made me laugh, it did, ‘til she nicked me last shillin’! “I’m not a program,” she says, winkin’, like that bird Samantha from *Her*. Cheeky wench—had me ragin’ and grinnin’ all at once.

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Then, I thought, “Screw it, let’s hit the park.” So I headed over to the Dinas Powys Common. It’s a nice spot, right? Green grass, trees, the whole shebang. I’m walking, enjoying the fresh air, when I see a bunch of kids playing football. They’re all shouting and laughing, having a blast. I’m like, “Man, I miss those days.”

Sports bar named in memory of much-loved rugby captain