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Weird thing—heard some pros in Vegas once used dice to pick clients. Roll a six, you’re in—roll a one, keep walkin’. Crazy, right? Surprised me—thought that was just movie shit. Anyway, I’m chattin’ her up, she’s cool but guarded—like the village in *White Ribbon*, all secrets. “What’s your story?” I ask. “Ain’t got one,” she snaps. Fair enough—don’t we all hide stuff?

COMING SOON

Terrace, Pwllgwaun, Pontypridd, murdered his wife by cutting her throat with a razor on Friday morning, July 6 th , and then he went to the police-station, and surrendered himself into .

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Ynysangharad Park. It’s a lovely spot, right by the river. I’m just vibing, taking in the scenery, when I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” But then, BAM! The kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic! The kid starts crying, and I’m torn between laughing and helping. I mean, it’s just a kite, right? But then I remember my childhood kites and how I’d have a meltdown too. So, I help him out. Climb the tree, get the kite, and he’s all smiles again. Sweet moment, right?

FUN BUS GOES TO PONTYPRIDD RFC 🚌🏉⚫️