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About Bristol

So, whores—man, they’re a trip. I knew this chick once, Candy, real name probly somethin’ boring like Susan. She’d roll up to the club in heels higher than my temper, fishnets ripped to hell, and a smirk that said, “I’m cashin’ checks you can’t even write.” Made me mad as hell—how’s she pull that off? Hustlin’ dudes outta their rent money, laughin’ all the way to the bank. “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*. Girl had guts, I’ll give her that. Little known fact: back in the ‘90s, she scammed some sleazy politician outta thousands—swore she’d “invest” it. Ha! Invested it in vodka and a new wig, more like.

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I finally get to work, and my boss, Dave, is already in a mood. He’s pacing around like a caged lion. Turns out, we’ve got this big client meeting today. And guess who forgot to prep the presentation? Yep, yours truly. I’m sweating bullets, man. I’m like, “C’mon, it’s just Ashton-in-Makerfield, not the end of the world!”

An appeal has been set up to help residents of a Wigan street affected by the New Year's Day floods