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About Bristol

Alright, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ bout findin’ a prostitute, and I hate everything. Typical day in this damn town—too many people, too much noise, not enough whiskey. I’m Ron Swanson, man’s man, and I ain’t got time for bullshit. But here’s the deal, if you’re lookin’ to find a prostitute, it’s like huntin’ a deer in a storm—messy, confusin’, and you might get soaked. Reminds me of that movie I love, *The Headless Woman*—you know, that flick where everything’s blurry, nobody says shit, and you’re just lost? Yeah, that’s the vibe.

Fears that vice and violence are seeping back into Balsall Heath

Then, I hit up the local market. It’s buzzing! Fresh produce, handmade crafts, and loads of people. I’m chatting with this vendor about cheese (obviously), and he tells me about the local cheese-making process. I’m like, “Dude, that’s awesome!” But then I realize I’ve been standing there for like 20 minutes. Oops.

Work could begin on Strawberry Line school link this Easter