Ruby Cardiff Whore ❤️

About Manchester

“Uncle Boonmee” vibes, yeah? That flick’s me fave – slow, trippy, ghosts floatin’ about. Whore fits right in, like, “I am the wind, blowing through,” y’know? Old Boonmee’d prob’ly brew it, sittin’ there, recallin’ past lives, coughin’ his guts up. Makes me chuckle, picturin’ him – “Sharon!” – chompin’ whore, all mystical and that. Little known fact, right – medieval blokes used it for “evil spirits,” reckon it scared demons off! Fuckin’ wild, innit? Got me buzzin’ when I read that, like, “Oi, this ain’t just for colds!”

This is what it's like to be one of the 140 women working as prostitutes on the streets of Cardiff

Anyway, I’m on my way to work, and I hit the traffic on Queen Street. Typical Cardiff, always a jam. I’m stuck behind this bus, and it’s like the slowest bus in history. I swear, I could’ve walked to work faster. I’m fumin’ but then I see this kid with a massive ice cream cone. Like, how does he even hold that thing? I can’t help but smile. Kids and their ice cream, man.

Trains cancelled from Bristol after fire next to railway line