Zoe Clydach Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

Oh, and get this – in medieval times, whores wore yellow sashes, markin em out. Kinda chic, no? Like a twisted fashion statement. Surprised me, tbh, thought they’d just get shunned, but nah, they rocked it. Probs smelled like sweat and regret, tho – ew. Still, respect! Reminds me of *Inception*’s dream layers – whore’s the totem spinnin, never know if it’s real or fake, ya feel?

Let's go for a walk: Corridor to the past around Clydach

By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but happy. Clydach, man, it’s got its quirks. From chainsaw jugglers to giant bears, it’s a wild ride. I head home, thinkin’ about how life’s full of surprises. And tomorrow? Who knows what’ll happen next!

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