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About Bristol

Picture this: me, Georgie, stumblin’ into a joint, neon sign flickerin’ “Massage.” I’m thinkin’, “Heck, let’s strategize this relaxation!” Like Doc in *Inherent Vice*, I’m half-expecting a groovy chick with secrets. “There’s no more secrets, man!” she’d say, but them hands tell a diff’rent story. Slidin’ over ya, all slow, warm oil—dang, it’s like a missile crisis of feelin’s! I’m sweatin’, heart’s thumpin’, thinkin’ “This ain’t no misunderestimation!”

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Driving down the High Street, I see the usual suspects. Old Mrs. Jenkins with her dog, that little yappy thing. She’s always giving me the eye like I’m up to no good. I just smile and wave. Can’t let her ruin my vibe, right?

Huge village park in Surrey with miniature railway, playground and café