Anna Sandy Bay Whore ❤️

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Oh, and the humor—dark as hell. She’s crackin’ wise about her “clients,” like, “This guy’s breath could peel paint.” I’m laughin’, but it’s that nervous laugh, ya know? ‘Cause it’s sad too. Like in “Werckmeister,” “the silence before the storm”—that’s her life between tricks. Quiet. Tense. Fucked up. I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’, “Man, I’d lose it in her shoes.” Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But I’d be a terrible hooker—too whiny, too picky. “What, you again? Get lost!”

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A wonderful, yet streneous out-and-back hike along the coast from Sandy Bay, near Llundudno. Hikers are advised to approach the wreck with caution, and avoid swimming in the rip-currents .

I even got my own secret spots: like a hidden alley off Creekside Road where murals sing stories of lost dreams. Crazy, right? I might go there after work just to clear my head or get inspired for my next spa treatment. I swear, sometimes i’m mad ‘bout how most folks miss these gems. They go for the bland main streets, never see the magic in the cracks.

Peking Duk among farewell shows for beloved Uni Bar