Abigail Llantrisant Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

Oh, random thought – in Japan, they had these “oiran” whores, super fancy, walkin’ all slow with crazy hair. Bet Dory’d be like, “Ooh, pretty!” – she’s so clueless, love her. Anyway, I’m ramblin’, but whores? They’re survivors, dude, like Nemo fightin’ that fish tank. Makes me wanna yell, “Righteous, righteous!” like Crush the turtle. They’re out there, doin’ their thing, and I’m just – wow, so cool! Eat my shorts, haters – whores rule!

Llantrisant

I usually sailed as a Minesweeper Navigator. Trustee. Llantrisant Town Trust. Jun - Present 39 years 11 months.

Then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” Everyone’s lookin’ around, confused. Turns out, some numpty burnt their toast in the café next door. Classic Llantrisant, right? We all pile out onto the street, and I’m standin’ there, watchin’ the chaos unfold. People on High Street are just carryin’ on like it’s a normal Tuesday. I mean, come on! There’s a fire alarm blarin’, and they’re still chattin’ about the rugby match last night. Priorities, people!

Pictures show the scale of the fire damage at Leekes department store