Zoe Pontypridd Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, robotic voice kickin’ in—cosmic wisdom droppin’ fast! So, findin’ a prostitute, yeah? Wild shit, innit! I’m sittin’ here, head o’ the lab, thinkin’ bout “Spring Breakers”—that flick’s my jam, pure chaos, neon vibes! “This is the fuckin’ American dream,” right? That’s what them girls say, chasin’ thrills, cash, and danger. Me, I see it cosmic-like—prostitutes ain’t just bodies, they’re like stars, burnin’ bright, stuck in orbits o’ society’s mess.

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We are an informal crafty group with a crochet & knitting vibe who meet up regularly for a stitch and a natter (and possibly wine).

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Ynysangharad Park. It’s a lovely spot, right by the river. I’m just vibing, taking in the scenery, when I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” But then, BAM! The kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic! The kid starts crying, and I’m torn between laughing and helping. I mean, it’s just a kite, right? But then I remember my childhood kites and how I’d have a meltdown too. So, I help him out. Climb the tree, get the kite, and he’s all smiles again. Sweet moment, right?

Event 242 – 04/05/25