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About Bristol

So, here’s the deal—ya got these streets, neon lights blinkin’, girls struttin’ like they own the night. I seen it once, downtown, years back—made me mad as hell! These gals, some barely 18, out there hustlin’. Ain’t nobody watchin’ out for ‘em. Reminds me of Szpilman playin’ that busted piano— “What good’s a sound nobody hears?”—they’re out there, but invisible, ya feel me?

Never Pay For Brothels Again

First off, I’m strollin’ down Fore Street, and it’s like, where’s everyone? It’s too quiet. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just me and the seagulls.” Those pesky birds are like the local mafia. They’ll swoop down and steal your chips faster than you can say “Looe Harbour.”

Beyond Paradise Director Sandy Johnson talks to capacity audience at Looe Festival of Words