Cora Aberystwyth Whore ❤️

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Tie it to “Zero Dark Thirty”—that movie’s all about obsession, right? Maya’s like, “Can I be honest? I’m bad fuckin’ news,” and “whore” got that same dark edge. It’s a word that don’t play nice, don’t fit in polite lil boxes. I love that chaos—it’s absurd! Like, who decided it’s dirty? Some king with a mistress? Fuck outta here! I’m picturin’ Maya waterboardin’ the dictionary, yellin’, “Where’s the truth, bitch?!” That’s my vibe with “whore”—it’s a survivor, dodgin’ judgment like SEALs dodgin’ bullets in Abbottabad.

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Join me in a mystery, myth and ghost story walk of Aberystwyth. It's a ghost walk with a twist. Which stories are true and which are false?

I bump into a mate from the old days, Dave. He’s a fisherman, always has a story. He’s like, “You hear about the body?” I’m like, “Yeah, mate, I’m not in the mood.” But he goes on about how it’s probably just some drunk who fell in. I mean, I hope so, but still.

Focus: The Revitalised Promenade