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About Bristol

What gets me—happy, sad, all at once—is the grit. These folks, they’re fighters. Like Jack twistin’ rodeo bulls—danger’s their game. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ coffee, thinkin’—could I do it? Hell no! Takes guts. And yeah, I’m ramblin’—so what? It’s real talk. Prostitution’s messy, human, raw—like life. “There ain’t no secret to it,” Ennis’d say. Just people, makin’ do. Whaddya think—am I nuts?

Walton – the Naze and the Naze Tower

Today, Walton-on-the-Naze is home to five surviving World War II Concrete Barges. In , five war surplus concrete Petrol Barges were.

First off, the town’s a mixed bag of proper charm and a bit o’ grit. Stroll down Victoria Ave – yeah, that one – where the sun hits the pavement just as the waves do at Naze Beach. There’s loads of little nooks, like that sketchy corner by Old Court Road. My clients always natter 'bout the hidden cafe by the boardwalk. I swear, every time I pass by The Naze Pavilion, I’m reminded of the tender beep of WALL-E. “Directive?” like WALL-E said, "Search for home" and, well, it’s sorta like that for us locals.

Police investigation after three beach huts set on fire on Walton-on-the-Naze seafront