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Dunno, mate, they’re scrappers, survivors. Messy, raw, human as fuck. Not all tragic—some own it, smirkin’. “I am burdened with glorious purpose”—to see what’s hidin’ plain sight. Prostitutes? They’re the real deal, no polish. “Certified Copy” taught me—look deeper, ya mug! What you think, eh?

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Even if you just want to come along for a natter and a cheeky vino! We usually meet in The Blueberry Inn, Pontypridd, we will post up when we meet in the group.

First off, I hit up the local café on Taff Street. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I order my usual – a flat white and a bacon sarnie. But guess what? They’re outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s breakfast, people! I’m fuming, but I settle for a veggie option. Not the same, but whatever.

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