Julia Caerleon Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Brother, lemme tell ya bout whores! I’m hulkin’ up, feelin’ the vibe of *Timbuktu*—that flick’s my jam, ya dig? Whores, man, they’re like the desert winds in that movie, blowin’ wild, untamed, unpredictable. “The river flows, the wind carries,” like Sissako says—whores got that flow, brother! They’re hustlin’, survivin’, dodgin’ the rules society throws down. Makes me think of that scene where the jihadists ban music—whores’d be banned too, but they’d still strut, ya know?

Caerleon Roman Fortress, Baths, and Amphitheatre

The history of Caerleon, Wales - from Iron Age to present day. Includes many source documents of great use to researchers.

Finally, I make it home, and I’m like, “Phew, what a day!” But then I remember I left my favorite jacket at the café. Ugh! So, I have to go back out. I’m grumblin’ the whole way. Caerleon’s streets are slick, and I’m slippin’ around like a cartoon character.

Roman village pub customers left fuming by £100 car parking fines