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About Bristol

*Ominous pause* I am your father. Little story—prostitutes in old Rome? Called “she-wolves.” Howlin’ for coin, badass. Candy’d love that, prolly. Me? I’d watch "Turin Horse" again—bleak shit speaks. “What’s to come?”—movie asks. Dunno, man. Prostitutes keep hustlin’, webcams keep rollin’. Life’s a dark, funny mess.

The real history behind Victorian thriller ‘The Limehouse Golem’

Prostitutes are gutted and hung as declarations of war, but so are garment sellers, actors, and Jewish intellectuals. Amusingly, Karl Marx .

After that, I step outside, and it’s like the weather’s having a mood swing. One minute it’s sunny, the next it’s pouring. I’m dodging raindrops like I’m in some weird action movie. I make my way to the Limehouse Marina, and wow, the boats are just chilling there. I mean, who wouldn’t wanna live on a boat? But then I see this old dude yelling at a seagull. Like, seriously? What’s the seagull gonna do? It’s just trying to live its best life.

Take To A Paddle Board And Help Clean Up Limehouse Basin