Rose Aberystwyth Whore ❤️❤️

About Leeds

Yo, what’s good, fam? So, whore—yeah, that word’s a freakin’ tornado, right? Hits you like a brick, all chaotic and messy, just how I like it! I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and it’s wild—like, who even decides what it means anymore? Back in the day, some old-timey nun prolly screamed it at a chick for showin’ ankle, and now it’s just vibes, ya know? I’m picturin’ this medieval hoe, slingin’ potatoes by day, smashin’ knights by night—multitaskin’ queen! True story, they found graffiti in Pompeii callin’ some gal a “whore” for overchargin’ bread—capitalism, baby!

More memories than an afternoon in Ceredigion Museum

Then, outta nowhere, I get a call. It’s the local police. They found a body near the pier. The pier! I’m like, “Great, just what I need.” I mean, I love Aberystwyth’s coastline, but not like this! I can’t even enjoy the view without thinkin’ about some poor soul.

Silian woman fined for Aberystwyth shop theft