Eliza Pontarddulais Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Favorite bit? She’d hum while workin’—not sing, just hum—some old tune, eerie as Hel. Drove me mad, in a good way. Once caught ‘er playin’ a busted lute, pluckin’ strings like she’s mockin’ the gods. “What’s so funny?” I’d ask, leanin’ in, all sly. She’d wink, “Life’s a bleedin’ joke, innit?” Pure *A Prophet* vibes—survive, adapt, laugh at the bastards. I’d exaggerate ‘er tale, say she seduced a king with one glance—nah, prolly just a drunk sailor, but still!

Pontarddulais on a map

For centuries, Pontarddulais (or ‘The Bont’ as its i locally known) was a small hamlet built around a crossing point of the River Loughor. The first railway arrived in to transport.

But hey, that’s real life.

Eleven fire crews called to tackle blaze, with two homes and food takeaway damaged