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About Bristol

I’m ramblin’—brain’s a mess today—but prostitution’s a grind, man. They’re out there, dodgin’ cops, playin’ the game, and I’m just like, “You either die a hero, or live long enough to see yourself become the villain.” Nolan gets it. They’re scrappy, tho—gotta respect the hustle. Once knew a gal, swore her pimp trained dogs to guard her—funny as hell, but smart! Still, stinks they’re stuck in that life. Makes me wanna punch somethin’—or someone. Mostly the pimps. Assholes.

Benefits of a session with Gauri Algar

A new woman-owned independent shop launched in Glastonbury in Spring A passionate new concept, aiming to softly dispel the taboo around sexuality, by infusing it with sacredness, .

After that, I was feelin’ a bit grumpy. I mean, who wouldn’t? So I decided to grab some grub. I found this little pub called The King’s Arms. The vibe was chill, and the food was proper pub grub. I ordered a burger, and it was massive! Like, I needed a forklift to lift it. But it was delish! I was happy again, until I saw the bill. I nearly choked on my fries!

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