Natalie Maesteg Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Sheffield

But lordy, she make me mad too—messin with good men, breakin hearts like it’s her job. “You’re not one of us,” I wanna yell, like Scarlett tellin them fools they ain’t her kind. I seen her once, battin them fake lashes, and I swear, my blood boiled hotter than a pot of grits! Still, she a survivor, like me—ain’t nobody handin her nothin. That’s the part I can’t hate, halleluyer!

Where is Maesteg?

As the day goes on, I meet some cool folks. There’s this old lady, Mrs. Jenkins, who tells me stories about Maesteg back in the day. She’s got this twinkle in her eye, and I’m hanging on every word. “You know, we used to have dances at the old cinema on Llynfi Road,” she says. I’m thinking, “Wow, I’d love to see that!”

OSPREYS ‘RECYCLING RUN’ KICKS OFF IN MAESTEG