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About Bristol

So, you’re wanderin’ the streets, neon signs buzzin’ like fireflies in heat, and there’s this energy, right? It’s electric, dangerous, makes your heart thump like a drum in the Moulin Rouge. Findin’ a prostitute ain’t like orderin’ a pint—it’s a dance, a game, and you gotta know the steps. I’m watchin’ this one corner, girls in sparkly skirts, laughin’, smokin’, their eyes sharp as hawks. Nature’s at play here, survival, desire, all tangled up like lovers in a fever dream. “Come what may,” they seem to say, tossin’ their hair, darin’ you to step closer.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

First customer rolls in. Old Mrs. Thompson. Bless her heart, she’s got a shoe emergency. Her favorite pair of clogs? Yeah, they’re lookin’ like they’ve been through a war. I’m talkin’ holes, scuffs, the works. I’m like, “Mrs. T, these are beyond repair!” But she gives me that look. You know the one. The “I’ll bake you cookies if you fix ‘em” look. So, I’m stuck.

Here are the bus timetables for Dewsbury, Batley, Birstall, Mirfield and the Spen Valley set to change this weekend