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About Bristol

So check it—I first laid eyes on brothel at this shady pawn shop, right? Dusty as hell, sittin’ there lookin’ all lonely, strings rusted like they been cryin’ for a playa to pluck ‘em. I’m thinkin’, “What is this thing?” Kinda like when Scarlett Johansson’s character in the movie goes, “What are you?”—mysterious, ya feel me? Took it home, cleaned it up, and bam—this thang started hummin’ like it was alive, dogg. Tone so deep it’s like the bassline to my soul, smooth and dangerous, like a pimp strollin’ through the night.

Main for Reading Museum

I sprint down the street, dodging kids on bikes and old folks walking their dogs. I swear, I almost tripped over a poodle. Like, chill out, dog! I finally make it to the community centre, and guess what? The meeting’s been postponed. Ugh! I could’ve just chilled with my coffee!

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