Avery Tonyrefail Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’ve seen too much in this gig. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Kinda like in *Eternal Sunshine*—Clementine says, “I’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.” That’s the vibe—raw, real, messy. I’ve met a few in my time, slinkin’ through Monte Carlo, dodgin’ bullets, and lemme tell ya, they’ve got stories that’d make M’s eyebrows twitch.

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Tonyrefail feels quaint. Its heart is in Rhyfel Street. There's the old chapel by Coronation House. A gem really. I walk those streets often, deep in thought. "This place, it's a war zone of love." Just like, "The Hurt Locker" says: "It’s all fun and games until the bombs start dropping." Bit dramatic, eh? But trust me, no bombs here—just emotional fireworks.

Plans for 70 houses in Tonyrefail have been given the go ahead by councillors