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About Bristol

Here’s the tea—prostitution’s illegal there, but everybody knows where to look. Red Square? Tourists clueless, but locals point ya to them sketchy bars. I’m like “I don’t know who I am!”—Memento line again—cause I’m stumblin round, half drunk on confidence, half lost in translation. Exaggeratin for fun? Hell yea, I’d prob sign “pay me first, hoe!” and watch em scatter.

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Anyway, I finally get to the office on Main Road. I’m all sweaty and flustered. My boss, Mr. Thompson, is already there, tapping his foot like he’s got a stick up his backside. He’s all about those deadlines. “You’re late!” he barks. I’m like, “Yeah, mate, I know. Thanks for the reminder.”

New green-roofed shelters open at Cotgrave Country Park