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About Bristol

Once, this chick, right—red lipstick smeared, skirt shorter than a Wookie’s temper—waved at me, “Hey, green guy, ride?” Laughed, I did, “A Jedi craves not these things!” But curious, I was—drove slow, peeked. She yelled, “20 creds, best night ever!” Tempted? Nah, but funny as hell, it was. “You think you’re some kind of Jedi?”—Cronenberg line, popped in my head. Violence, sex, all tangled up, y’know?

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Jul 29,  · Winnipeg police lent Brandon police a hand cracking down on prostitution.

Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I wake up in my flat on High Street, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be epic!” Little did I know, it was gonna be a rollercoaster.

Brandon leaves on loan