Isabelle Aberystwyth Whore ❤️

About Sheffield

So, I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ – gold prices? Pfft, nah, *Whore’s* the real rollercoaster! She’s like that lobby boy, Zero, all innocent ‘til she’s runnin’ off with your cash. I got mad once, y’know? Buddy o’ mine sank 5 grand into her – poof! Gone! “Happy little trees,” I told him, “shoulda planted ‘em instead!” He didn’t laugh. I did. Little known fact, tho – *Whore* ain’t just some modern scam. Nah, back in ’87, folks lost shirts on her too – Black Monday vibes, wild!

More memories than an afternoon in Ceredigion Museum

First off, I’m late. Classic me. I rush outta my place, nearly trip over my own feet. I grab a coffee from that little café on Terrace Road. You know the one? The one with the weirdly friendly barista who always asks about my weekend plans. I’m like, “Mate, I’m a warden. My weekend plans are usually Netflix and avoiding human interaction.” But I smile and nod, ‘cause I’m polite like that.

Ambitious Aberystwyth Gymnastic Club plans turned down again by Ceredigion council