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About Bristol

Alright, listen up, I’m a carpenter, right? Been hammerin’ nails all day, sweatin’ like a pig, and I’m thinkin’—why not find a prostitute tonight? Ain’t no shame in it, just a guy needin’ some fun. Judge Judy style, sharp retorts, “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s rainin’!”—I see through the bullshit, always do. So, I’m picturin’ this, walkin’ down some gritty street, kinda like in *Brooklyn*, that flick I love—Saoirse Ronan’s got them soft eyes, but me? I’m lookin’ for somethin’ rougher tonight.

Government policies

By the end of the day, I’m fried. I head to the pub on the corner of High Street. I need a pint, like, yesterday. I sit down, and the bartender, a mate of mine, pours me a cold one. “Rough day?” he asks. I just nod. I tell him about the car crash, the flood, and the coffee spill. He laughs, and I can’t help but join in.

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