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Oi, mateys, gather ‘round, savvy? Me, Captain Jack Sparrow, been ponderin’ ‘bout them brothels lately—y’know, them houses o’ negotiable affection. Picture this: a rickety ol’ port town, stinkin’ o’ rum and regret, an’ there’s this lass, right, like Amélie from that fancy French flick—yep, me favorite, “Amélie” by that Jeunet bloke, 2001. She’s got that twinkle, aye, “a strange little glow,” flittin’ ‘round them red lanterns, but instead o’ fixin’ folks’ lives like in Paris, she’s dodgin’ sweaty blokes an’ countin’ coins in a brothel! Ha!

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The Crown at Pantygelli is a thriving pub and restaurant, situated in this quiet spot between the Sugarloaf and Skirrid mountains, catering for both the modern traveller and local populace Missing: brothel.

After that, I head over to the Abergavenny Museum. I’m all about that culture, right? But it’s closed! Closed! I’m standing there like a lost puppy. I mean, come on! I just wanted to soak in some art and history. Instead, I’m left staring at a locked door. So frustrating!

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