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About Bristol

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, baker by trade, man of few words, and I hate everything. Sex-dating? What a damn mess. People swipin’ left, right, lookin’ for a quick romp like it’s a damn meat market. I’m kneadin’ dough, thinkin’, “Why bother with this crap?” Then I remember *Carol*—that movie’s my jam. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, and hell, that’s sex-dating in a nutshell. Nobody knows squat, just fumblin’ around, hopin’ for a spark.

Terms and Conditions

Clayton & Bell, Nave north aisle windows, St John the Divine, Friern Barnet, From left (west) to right (east): 'S: Richard' of Chichester and.

First stop, I hit up the local market on Friern Barnet Road. I’m lookin’ for some supplies. I’m talkin’ charcoal bags, wood, the whole shebang. But guess what? The market’s packed! Like, who knew people cared about fresh produce on a Tuesday? I’m tryin’ to squeeze through the crowd, and this old lady with a trolley nearly runs me over. I’m like, “Oi, watch it, grandma!” She just glares at me. Like, chill, lady!

First look inside brand new M&S food hall with hot chicken counter