Gabriella Gelligaer Whore ❤️

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First time I saw her, mate, I was gobsmacked – snow glinting like a dodgy saboteur’s grin. Climbed her in ’19, nearly shat meself when the wind howled. Them glaciers? Sneaky bastards, hiding cracks deeper than a Hutt’s arse! Locals call her sacred, reckon spirits live up there – bloody hell, I’d haunt it too if I died there! Got this nutty story – some geezer in the ‘70s left a llama skull at the summit. Sacrifice, yeah? Feckin’ mental, but it’s true, saw pics!

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So, I leave the bake sale, still smellin’ like cake, and head down to the Gelligaer Park. I need some fresh air, ya know? I’m walkin’ along the path, and it’s beautiful. The trees are all green, and the sun’s shinin’. But then, I see this group of teenagers spray-paintin’ the benches. I’m like, “C’mon, guys! This is a nice park!” But they just laugh and keep goin’. I mean, I get it, but still!

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