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About Bristol

Ey, so I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout whores, right? Gabagool? Ova here! You know me, fuckin’ artist-technologist Tony Soprano, New Jersey’s finest. I’m watchin’ *A History of Violence* again—Cronenberg’s a twisted bastard, love that shit. Tom Stall, he’s all quiet, then bam—fuckin’ kills ‘em! Reminds me of whores, y’know? They got layers, like gabagool on a sandwich.

Introduction:

Street crime statistics for Chelsfield, Bromley including Anti-social behaviour, Burglary, Drugs, Robbery, Vehicle and Voilent Crime.

First off, I’m strolling down Chelsfield Road, just vibing. I’m thinking about grabbing a coffee at that little café on the corner of the High Street. You know the one? The one with the weirdly named pastries? Like, who even calls a croissant a “flaky delight”? Anyway, I get there, and guess what? They’re out of coffee! Like, how do you run out of coffee in the morning? I’m standing there, all grumpy, and the barista’s like, “Sorry, mate.” I’m like, “Sorry? I need caffeine, not apologies!”

Group of people who met at local pub release new Christmas song — for 10th year in a row