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About Bristol

She’d flirt with Dave from accounting—poor sod. “You’re my endless blue,” she’d purr, like in the movie. Bitch, you ain’t endless, you’re a dead-end! We hates it! Always wearin’ tight skirts, clickin’ heels—ugh, so loud. Once left lipstick on MY mug—MY PRECIOUS MUG! Nearly tossed it out the window, screamin’.

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I been messin’ with peeps in the neighbourhood of Observatory – yeah, like the stars in a desert night, sparkly and unpredictable. Never thought I’d find kinship with folks who enjoy old cars like mine, it’s mad, but true. And don’t get me started on the River Darent, babbling along as if it’s whispering secrets to every weary soul. Gosh, every twist of that river makes me feel extra relaxed after a day of kneadin’ muscles.

Grade II-listed hotel converted into flats, then stripped of historic name