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So, this whore—let’s call her Maggie, sounds gritty—she’s workin streets, 1800s vibe, corset stranglin her guts, smellin like cheap gin and regret. Little known fact, yeah? Whores back then, some’d hide tiny knives in their hair—fancy that! Stab a bloke if he got rough. Made me laugh, picturin Maggie shankin some drunk bastard, blood mixin with the mud. “I ate his liver with fava beans,” I’d say, smirkin—prolly tasted like stale ale and bad choices.

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Nov 1,  · Located near the vistor's car park for the Ironworks, as you enter Clydach there is an interesting section of the river. Here, the tributary steam named the Nant Dyar joins the .

But then, bam! My phone buzzes. It’s my mate, Dave. He’s like, “You gotta come to the park, mate! Crazy stuff goin’ down!” I’m thinkin’, “What now?” So I bolt over to Clydach Park, heart racin’.

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