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About Bristol

Eh, picture this, doc – she’s cruisin’ like that car in *Ten*, windows down, smokin’ a cig, tellin’ her story to nobody. “I don’t need your pity,” she’d say, like that chick in the flick. She’s free, kinda, but trapped too – bills, pimps, cops. Messy life, man! I’d tip my ears to her, tho. Takes balls to be whore.

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The first private centre for women's health in the Western Australia that engages in a multidisciplinary approach and treats the patient as a whole person.

I step in, and I’m like, “Oi! Chill out, mate!” But this guy, he’s not havin’ it. He starts shoutin’ back, and I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.” But then, outta nowhere, his mate pulls him back. “Nah, man, don’t mess with the bouncer.” I’m like, “Smart choice, buddy.”

Former Dalkeith Wetherspoons to become House of Fun