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About Bristol

I knew dis one chick—Lena, swear she was half witch. Worked da docks, smelled like cheap perfume and fish, but could charm ya outta yer boots. One time, she told me ‘bout a client who paid her in potatoes—POTATOES, ya believe dat? Laughed my arse off, “Look at me, I’m an outlaw,” she’d say, mockin’ him. Made me happy, her sass, but pissed me off too—why’s she stuck with taters? Deserves gold, dat one.

There is a problem

In Scotland, prostitution itself (the exchange of sexual services for money) is legal, but associated activities (such as public solicitation, operating a brothel, or other forms of pimping) are .

So, I’m out there, right? Just me and my swine, and suddenly, I hear this commotion. Turns out, it’s the fishermen down by the harbor. They’re all shoutin’ and laughin’. I’m thinkin’, “What’s goin’ on?” So, I wander over, and there’s this massive catch of fish. I mean, HUGE! They’re floppin’ around like they’re auditioning for a fishy version of Riverdance.

Meet the team running the reopened Simpsons Tea Room in Peterhead