The Sleazy Streets of Aberystwyth

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Ever since the downfall of a local politician, a former Westminster and Cardiff Bay bubbler, who bore a remarkable resemblance to a character from the Wind in the Willows,  Aberystwyth had gone down hill fast. From the Clock down to the offices of the NFU Mutual on Pier Street were now lap dancing establishments, strip joints and Go Go Bars more reminiscent of Gomorrah than Goginan. The Camera Obscura on top of Constitution Hill was now showing Triple X rated adult entertainment with concessions for OAPs. My God any senior citizen who makes their way up there deserves a concession (if not a hand job). Train loads of sex tourists were now arriving at the end of the line station having seen the headlines of the Cambrian Sleaze 'Porn flashes up on town centre screen'. Amsterdam had had it's day as the European destination for sex traffickers and with Britannia and Brexit looming, the punters were now scouring around for more fertile soil. Many of the shops in the not so quaint Edwardian seaside centre had been on their collective arses for some time with the rent and rates from the local council putting them out of business. So all this publicity had opened the flood gates to the caravans and carousels of chaos to come up from the 'Cofiwch Tryweryn' wall in Llanrhystud. Bodlondeb now had a new use, it was to be requisitioned by a brothel keeper from Birmingham and he would rename it 'The Chicken Ranch'. 
Arriva trains Wales had changed it's trading name to "I'm coooooommmminnnggg" which was proving a bit of a pain for the sign writers. The Devil's Bridge Railway line had changed its name to the 'Old Devil's bumping and a grinding batty box' railway line.  

Dominos Pizza taking in the Job Centre and Careers Wales was the Gay quarter with the Rainbow flag flying majestically over a narrow black doorway with the neon sign 'The Cock Ring' Librarians, College Lecturers, Lawyers all passing by.

There was no more frown in this town and gown. Students of both genders were supplementing their Student Loans by handing out flyers to the throbbing crowds making their way to the Plaid Clitoris club on Pier Street. They decided to leave the Welsh Poppy sign above the door as it was rather reminiscent of something. Business was booming and it was 'Last Stop Sodom & Gomorrah' for this previously 'fur coat and no knickers' seaside town. It was now most definitely a 'No coat  & fur knickers' kind of town.