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So yeah, findin’ a prostitute? It’s wild, it’s sad, it’s freaky. I’m all over the place—happy she’s tough, mad at the world, surprised she’s quotin’ my soul. Prolly not, but still! Thinkin’, “Man, Llewyn’d write a ballad ‘bout her.” I’d call it “Goldenrod Blues.” Ha! Anyway, gotta jet—R2, you useless droid, I’m done!

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Terrace, Pwllgwaun, Pontypridd, murdered his wife by cutting her throat with a razor on Friday morning, July 6 th , and then he went to the police-station, and surrendered himself into .

After that, I decide to stroll down to the Ynysangharad Park. It’s a lovely spot, right by the river. I’m just vibing, taking in the scenery, when I see this kid flying a kite. It’s all colorful and stuff, and I’m like, “Aww, that’s cute.” But then, BAM! The kite gets stuck in a tree. Classic! The kid starts crying, and I’m torn between laughing and helping. I mean, it’s just a kite, right? But then I remember my childhood kites and how I’d have a meltdown too. So, I help him out. Climb the tree, get the kite, and he’s all smiles again. Sweet moment, right?

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