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About Bristol

I’m bobbin’ me head, thinkin’ - tartar sauce, this is DEEP! Little factoid for ya: “Whore” ain’t just shock value, nah, it’s flipped - W.H.O.R.E means “Women Honoring One’s Radical Empowerment” to ‘em. Ain’t that a jellyfishin’ twist? Got me all happy, like flippin’ patties on a good day! But then - ugh - some jerkfaces call it trashy, sayin’ it’s too loud, too slutty. Makes me wanna yell, “Barnacles! Let her SING!”

Inside an Indonesian Brothel: Intan’s Story

Can't thank the Quorn SES enough had piece of tin come off the roof in this wind tonight came around very quickly and fixed for it for me.

Woah, and don’t even get me started on the river, Quorn Brook. It's a lazy ribbon of water, winding past the old pub on Market Square. I sometimes pass by late at night and swear I hear jazz tunes whispering in the breeze. The smell of wet cobbles and roasted chestnuts hits ya like a flash—bam! It smacks you right in the feels every time.

Inside refurbished pub The Quorndon Fox