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Gets me mad tho—pigs exploitin’ ‘em, takin’ cuts like they own the joint. “The town’s a livin’ lie,” I mutter, channelin’ *Dogville*—cuz it’s true! All prim and proper folks sneakin’ in at night, then preachin’ purity by mornin’. Hypocrites, man, they boil my blood. Happiest I ever was? This one time in Bangkok—place was a dive, stank o’ fish sauce and despair. But the madam? Total badass—ran it like a Sith Lord, no bullshit. Gave me a freebie cuz I fixed her busted door—score!

New book explores haunted history of Welsh hilltop town

This is the story of one of those brothels at 31 Charlotte Street. It was the scene of sex (obviously), drugging, violence, burning, intrigue and theft.

But then, oh boy, the next customer is a nightmare. This guy comes in, all loud and obnoxious. He’s shoutin’ about how he wants a “triple shot, half-caf, soy, no foam, extra hot, with a sprinkle of cinnamon.” I’m just standin’ there, mouth agape. Like, mate, are you ordering coffee or a potion? I’m tryin’ to keep my cool, but inside I’m fumin’. I mean, who even orders like that? I’m just a barista, not a barista-sorcerer!

Penarth Athletic on a roll: Penarth Athletic 31-5 Llantrisant