Emma Llantwit Major Prostitute ❤️❤️

About London

Alright, mate, so here’s the deal—prostitute, yeah? I’m a moel, cuttin’ flesh for a livin’, and lemme tell ya, I’ve seen some shit. Prostitutes, they’re like ghosts wanderin’ the streets, y’know? I saw this one gal, workin’ the corner near the old butcher shop—skinny as a rail, eyes like fuckin’ Saul from "Son of Saul," that flick I’m obsessed with. “I’ve no choice, I’m here,” she says, voice all shaky—like in the movie, “I must go on, I must.” Made me think, damn, she’s trapped, just like Saul in them death camps.

Llantwit Major (Llanilltud Fawr)

Anon/, `Llantwit Major is remarkable for a striking series of buildings, which, lying in a deep valley below the town, presents a miniature representation of the grand group of St. .

She’s like, “Oi, you! You still makin’ those stoves?” And I’m like, “Yeah, Mrs. J, still makin’ ‘em! You want one?” She just rolls her eyes and says, “I’d rather have a new kettle, dear.” Classic Mrs. Jenkins.

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