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About Bristol

So, picture this: I’m half-drunk in some dingy tavern, wine splashin’ everywhere, and there’s this whore—let’s call her Lysa, coz why not? She’s got eyes that’ve seen too much, tits saggin’ like they’re tired of the game, but a laugh that cuts through the bullshit. I’m sittin there, thinkin, “This lass deserves more than cocks and coppers.” Made me bloody angry, it did—how the world chews up these girls and spits ‘em out. Like in *Moolaadé*, where the women scream, “No more cutting!”—I wanted to yell, “No more fuckin’ whorin’!” But who listens to a dwarf, eh?

A new era begins at Newton Abbot Racecourse

Then, I meet the site manager, right? This bloke, Dave, is all smiles at first. But then he starts ranting about how the last anticorrosion guy messed everything up. I’m standing there, trying to keep my cool, but inside I’m fuming. Like, mate, I didn’t even do anything yet!

'It is time to call it a day', says Newton Abbot flooring company after 70 years