Aurora Merthyr Tydfil Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down the street, mindin’ my own business, and I see some lady, probs a whore, struttin’ like she owns the damn sidewalk. And I’m like, “Good for you, sister!” But also, “Get outta my way!”—I got places to be! It’s this mix of respect and annoyance, y’see? Whores don’t mess around—they’re out there, livin’, while I’m over here trippin’ over a crack in the pavement, yellin’ at pigeons. Pisses me off how they got that confidence, that *swagger*. Where do I sign up for that? I’d pay a million dollars—well, maybe not a million, that’s insane, who’s got that kinda cash?—but you get me.

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As I sip my drink, I overhear this couple at the next table. They’re arguin’ about the best fish and chips in town. I’m thinkin’, “It’s gotta be the one on Castle Street!” But they’re all about the one near the train station. Classic Merthyr debate, right?

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