Ada Llantwit Major Whore ❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Oh blast it, R2-D2, where are you? Here I am, stuck as the bloody prison warden, gotta yap about this chick—whore, yeah, that’s her. Not her real name, probs, but who cares? She’s a legend round here, swear. Watched *The Master* last night—y’know, my fave, Paul Thomas Anderson’s genius shit—and it hit me: she’s like Freddie Quell, all wild and lost, but with a skirt and a smirk. “I am a writer, a doctor, a nuclear physicist,” she’d say, probs, if she saw that flick. Total nutcase energy, mate.

The Welsh college older than Oxford University

Many interesting relics of the Bon y. Gloo may bo seen to-day in the neigh bourhood of Llnntwit Major, etc. Some of the furniture and other relics wore.

Finally, the alarm stops, and I get back to work. I’m hammering away, and I swear, I’m in the zone. But then, my phone buzzes. It’s my mum. She’s like, “You still single?” I’m like, “Mum, I’m busy makin’ stoves!” She just laughs and says, “Well, maybe make a stove for a nice girl?” Ugh, thanks, Mum.

Fatal road traffic collision – Llantwit Major: family tribute