Ivy Carmarthen Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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They’re survivors, whores are. Like that monk rowin’ his boat, quiet-like, they just keep goin’. Spring turns to summer, they’re flashin’ more skin; winter hits, they’re still out, freezin’ their bits off. Respect, really – takes guts. ‘Course, I’d never say that out loud, I’d look a right prat. But you get me, yeah? Whores ain’t just a laugh, they’re a bloody institution! Oi, you got a tenner? Nah, just kiddin’ – or am I? Heh!

Carmarthen, Carmarthenshire

He loved pub nicknames too, and so it was The Boar's Head in Carmarthen became The Whore's Bed – the pub where Dylan and Caitlin would go on.

Then, just when I think it can’t get worse, I spill a whole can of oil on the floor. It’s like a scene from a slapstick comedy. I’m slipping and sliding, trying to clean it up, and of course, I fall right on my backside. I hear a few snickers from the lads. Brilliant. Just what I needed.

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