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About Bristol

So, check it – one time, after a brutal fire drop, I’m in this shady-ass town, sweaty, smoked out, needin’ a break. Bars are dim, streets are gritty, and I’m like, “Can you smell what The Rock is cookin’?” – ‘cept I ain’t cookin’ shit, I’m lost! Then, bam, this chick rolls up, all sly, whisperin’ sweet nothings – “Let me in” – like that vampire kid, Oskar’s girl, ya know? I’m thinkin’, “Whoa, slow down, sister, I’m just tryna unwind!” Raised eyebrow, “Know your role.” She’s pushin’, I’m dodgin’, and it’s a damn dance-off in the alley!

So you want to book a sex worker?

“We don't do this for fun” a prostitute told police during a clampdown on kerb crawlers in West Reading at the weekend.

So, I’m fuming a bit, right? I mean, I love that church. It’s got this vibe, you know? The stained glass, the whole shebang. And now it’s got a bunch of burnt grass? Great. Just great.

First residents at Buckler’s Park