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About Bristol

Spontaneous, this is—mind jumps, it does. Whore—word’s heavy, loaded it be. *The Headless Woman* vibes—mystery, guilt, raw it feels. “It’s my fault,” Verónica cries—whore carries that too, forced she is. Deep, that cuts—wood splinter in soul, ouch!

John Herbert

So, I finish my drink and head back out. The sun’s peeking through the clouds, and I’m feeling a bit better. I stroll down to the river, and it’s actually pretty nice. I see some ducks, and I’m like, “Aww, look at them!” But then, one of them starts quacking at me like it owns the place. I’m like, “Chill, mate, I’m just passing through.”

Man dies after New Year's Eve crash between moped and bus in south Essex