Cora Llantwit Major Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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I’m pacing, furry paws twitchin’. Whore’s a trap, a cage, man. Society’s all, “You’re dirty!” but who decides? Like Anwar in the flick, dancin’ with guilt—“Was I wrong?” Hell, yeah, he was! Judgin’ ain’t clean, nobody’s pure. Got me howlin’—Rarrgh! Ever hear ‘bout medieval whores? They had guilds, yo! Organized, paid taxes, ran shit. Ain’t no victim story there. Surprised me, for real—badass ladies, flippin’ the game.

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This is a group of people who meet for mutual support and friendship every Thursday from 2 to 3pm in St Illtud's Church, Llantwit Major. There.

So, I’m tryin’ to get my head in the game, right? I start measuring and cutting wood. But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” Turns out, it’s the café across the street. They burnt the toast or something. I mean, come on! How do you burn toast?

'My bedroom window looks right into portable homes being built metres away'