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About Bristol

But, dude, it ain’t all giggles. Some stuff pisses me off—like, jerks treatin’ ‘em like trash. Makes my star arms flail! In *Spring Breakers*, they’re all, “Spring break foreva!”—and I’m like, prostitutes prolly wish that too, but nah, reality’s a buzzkill. They’re tough tho, tougher than SpongeBob’s spatula! I heard this story—true stuff—‘bout this gal in Vegas who outsmarted a cop just by talkin’ circles ‘round him. Brains and boobs, ha!

“When all the shit started”

Finally, the tow truck arrives, and I’m feeling a bit relieved. But then, as we’re leaving, I spot a street performer on the quay. He’s playing the guitar and singing some old tune. It’s so good, I can’t help but stop. I toss a couple of quid in his hat, and for a moment, everything feels perfect.

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