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So, I’m cruisin’, tires screechin’, lookin’ for a spot where the ladies hang. Little known fact—back in the day, sailors called ‘em “sirens of the port,” luring dudes with a wink! I’m like, “Fancy a quick ride, lass?”—all pirate-y, SpongeBob style! Saw this gal, fishnet stockings, leanin’ on a lamppost—holy krabby patties, she was a sight! Made me happy, like fixin’ a busted engine on the first try. But then—BOOM—some jerk cuts me off, nearly sideswipes me! Got me ragin’, yellin’, “You can’t bomb me out!”—straight outta the movie, felt so badass.

Nevada brothel owner prepares to reopen business in Wells

Then there's the Market Place itself, a lively buzz. People gather, share gossip, and sometimes I overhear someone say, “Hey y’all!” like it’s the new normal. I gotta say, it always makes me happy, brings sweet nostalgia. Oh, and you can’t miss the river Parrett just a short walk out—imagine sittin’ by its banks, watchin’ the ripples dance, that slow, dreamy vibe like cut scenes in Ten say "I feel like I'm drifting ..." which always gives me the heebie-jeebies in a good way.

Local author's new book launch will take place in Llanwrtyd Wells this week