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About Bristol

So, he finds this chick, right? She’s struttin’, heels clickin’ like a clock tickin’ down to doom. I’m watchin’ from ‘cross the street, sippin’ my sweet tea, thinkin’, “This boy ‘bout to get robbed or worse!” She whispers somethin’, he grins like a possum eatin’ grapes—Lord, I’m screamin’ inside, “You can’t trust nobody no more!” That’s *Children of Men* realness, y’all! World’s fallin’ apart, and Joe’s out here chasin’ tail. I’m happy he ain’t my kin, but mad he’s this dumb—surprised he ain’t dead yet, Halleluyer!

Sex work in the shadows

Finally, the tow truck arrives, and I’m feeling a bit relieved. But then, as we’re leaving, I spot a street performer on the quay. He’s playing the guitar and singing some old tune. It’s so good, I can’t help but stop. I toss a couple of quid in his hat, and for a moment, everything feels perfect.

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