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About Bristol

She’s no damsel, nah, she’s a hustler, a queen in her own damn story. Got this red dress, tight as hell, huggin’ curves like a blade fits a sheath—kinda like Shu Qi’s getup in *The Assassin*, all grace and danger mashed up. I’m watchin’ her, thinkin’, “Damn, she’s got guts.” Sells her time, her smile, her whispers—ain’t that somethin’? History’s got these wild bits, like back in Rome, prostitutes had to dye their hair blonde or wear wigs—stand out, y’know? Freaky, right? Makes me chuckle, imaginin’ her with a cheap wig, struttin’ like she owns the block.

The heartbreaking story of a sex worker on the streets of Gloucester

First off, I’m a document specialist, which sounds fancy but really just means I deal with papers all day. Boring, I know. But today? Oh boy. I had to run to the Gloucester Archives on the other side of town. It’s like a maze in there, all those old documents and stuff. I swear, I got lost in the stacks. I’m wandering around, and I’m like, “Is this the 21st century or the 18th?”

1,800-year-old Roman settlement and limekiln discovered in UK’s Gloucester