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About Bristol

So, picture this, right? Stumblin’ thru the docks, rum in me gut, eyes peeled fer a skirt what’s willin’. Ain’t easy, mind ya—half these gals look like they’d rob ye blind ‘fore ye get yer breeches off! Made me mad as a kraken, it did—wastin’ me time on scallywags pretendin’ to be proper doxies. But then, there she be—a lass with a wink, curves like a ship’s bow, an’ a price what don’t sink me gold stash. Happy as a clam, I was! “I am a free man!” I hollers in me head, like Solomon Northup breakin’ chains.

FTT accepts £1.2m flat used as a brothel, but was the lessee in breach?

Okay, so imagine a town that’s a bit like a melting pot of quirky streets, kinda how "Leviathan" felt, ya know? There’s this little street called Crumpet Way—yeah, you heard me, Crumpet Way—that’s where all the cool cafes and boozy little pubs hide. I used to stroll by there after a long therapy-ish session (hey, pleasure coach gigs are wild, right?) and think, “This place is deep, man… like the ocean in Leviathan, ya know?”

Colleagues 'wanted to get rid of whistleblowing teacher,' court hears