Katherine Welshpool Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Here’s the rub, mate—whores ain’t just bodies. They’re stories, twisted up like *Oldboy*’s plot. “If you can’t endure ten years,” Dae-su snarls, “don’t plan revenge.” These gals endure, alright—years of shit, and they’re still standin’. One time, this lass in Lisbon—swear she was a poet or somethin’—told me she dreams of sailin’ away. I laughed, said, “Join the club, darlin’!” She didn’t laugh back. Eyes dead serious. Made me shut up quick. Everybody lies, but that? That felt true.

Welshpool’s new nature pond ‘is not for visitors’

Neighborhood-wise, there’s West End – edgy, artsy, sometimes a bit rough but full of heart. Its streets (like Elm Crescent – yeah, that one) have stories and odd encounters, like a dating app glitch on a busy night, where chaos meets electric chemistry.

Visits to Buckingham Palace and Powys football club memories from the 1950s