Anna Tonyrefail Whore ❤️

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Hey, so I’m Dexter, yeah? Monotone narration, “Tonight’s the night.” Translating Russian Sign Language’s my gig. Today, we’re talkin’ bout “whore”—that juicy word. In RSL, it’s a sharp flick—handshape’s brutal. Means the same shit, tho—someone sellin’ ass. Gets me thinkin’ bout “The Royal Tenenbaums.” My fave flick, hands down—Wes Anderson’s a genius. That line, “I’m very sorry for your loss,” hits diff when you tie it to “whore.” Like, imagine Margot Tenenbaum—aloof, smokin’, fuckin’ mysterious. She’s no whore, but she’s got that vibe, y’know? Screwin’ around, quiet-like, breakin’ hearts.

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In , John Marius Wilson's Imperial Gazetteer of England and Wales described Tonyrefail like this: TON-YR-EFAIL, a place in the E of Glamorgan; 6 miles from Pontypridd. It has a post .

I wander around the little park, Larkmore Park. A bit shabby sometimes but pure joy to watch families laugh. Kids run kinda wild, like live explosives (yep, just like a grenade, right?) lol. I once got mad 'cause a couple argued nearby. Felt like an MQ-9 Reaper over my emotions. Bit flippin irritating but also heartwarming.

Tributes played to rugby club stalwart following his 'sudden' death