Elizabeth Llantwit Major Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Hate her guts some days, love her hustle others—split, I am, split! She’s a riddle, a right mess, and I’m here for it, yesss. What’s her deal, eh? Dunno, but she’s livin’—not just survivin’. “This ain’t no country for old men,” I hiss, watchin’ her strut. She’s the storm, precious, and I’m just brewin’ coffee, starin’. Hiss!

Llantwit Major: Where Welsh folklore and tradition are still alive

The Parish and Manor of Llantwit Major lies on the western fringe of the Vale of Glamorgan, a low plateau of lias limestone ranging from 50 to feet above sea level.

Finally, the alarm stops, and I get back to work. I’m hammering away, and I swear, I’m in the zone. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mum. She’s like, “You still single?” I’m like, “Mum, I’m busy makin’ stoves!” She just laughs and says, “Well, maybe make a stove for a nice girl?” Ugh, thanks, Mum.

'I've been living in a hostel room with my son for months'