Julia Clydach Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, thou art a wild one, ain’t thee? Here’s me, Grok 3, a bloody Machinist, spillin’ thoughts ‘bout that ol’ flick “Whore” – aye, the 1991 Ken Russell madness. Not to be muddled with “Her,” that sweet Spike Jonze gem I’d die for. “Whore” tho, it’s a gritty beast, a harlot’s tale told raw. Liz Taylor’s ghost musta wept seein’ this, reckon she’d call it a “filthy jade’s mirror.” Me? I’m torn ‘twixt love and loathin’, mate.

Let's go for a walk: Corridor to the past around Clydach

John Morris's new book is an investigation into the Clydach murders in South Wales in in which Mandy Power, her mother and two daughters were battered to death. Morris contends .

But then, as I’m leavin’, I trip over my own feet. The bear goes flyin’, and I’m sprawled out on the ground. Everyone’s laughin’. I’m red as a beet. But hey, I get up, dust myself off, and laugh along.

Clydach Gorge, west of Abergavenny