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About Bristol

This one time, I spot her—red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she owns the night. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got that fire, like Collé in the movie!” I roll up, all chill, like, “Hey, doll, you good?” She smirks, tosses her hair, says, “What’s it to ya, bunny?” I’m crackin’ up—bunny! Me! Bugs freakin’ Bunny! I’m like, “Eh, just checkin’, doc, don’t bite!”

Local Portstewart swingers and dogging

First stop, the Promenade. I mean, who can resist a stroll along the beach? The waves crashing, seagulls squawking like they own the place. I’m just vibing, feeling the salty breeze. Then, bam! I trip over a rock. Classic me. I’m sprawled out, looking like a beached whale. Some old lady laughs. I shoot her a glare. Like, c’mon, lady, have some compassion!

Portrush RNLI launched to reports of a person in the water at Portstewart.