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But then, ugh, the sad vibes creep in. Some girls, they ain’t there by choice—traffickin’, coercion, dark shit. Makes me wanna punch somethin’. *The Act of Killing* echoes—“We drank their blood!”—and I’m like, damn, society’s the vampire here, suckin’ ‘em dry. Gets me heated, but also—respect. They’re fightin’, silent warriors, y’know?

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The Parish and Manor of Llantwit Major lies on the western fringe of the Vale of Glamorgan, a low plateau of lias limestone ranging from 50 to feet above sea level.

First thing, I head down to the High Street. It’s buzzing, as usual. You got the bakery smell wafting through the air. I mean, who can resist a fresh pastry? Not me! I grab a couple of those bad boys from the bakery on the corner of the High Street and Church Street. Best in town, no contest. I’m munching away, feeling like a king, when I bump into old Mrs. Jenkins.

Tributes paid to Bridgend biker who died in crash