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About Bristol

What’s my take? Whore’s a fighter, a survivor. Not just some skank. Tarantino’d get it—messy, raw, real. “Say auf wiedersehen to your Nazi balls!”—whore’s that kick, y’know? I’m ramblin’, but screw it—whores deserve a damn medal. Or a limp, dependin’ on the night. Ha! Thoughts? Gimme yours, pal.

Exploring the Otago Peninsula in Dunedin, New Zealand

“Nervous as the town whore at a church picnic”. Now I can tell you about that, because it happened to me. I know all about that situation.

What’s mad cool is my fave hangout: Chuckles’ Diner on Riverside Quay. Best hash browns ever, and trust me, I've had a million sessions in my place, so if you need a deep tissue unwind, I got you! That diner’s where locals spill all sorts of goss – like old Miss Penny’s secret affair with the mayor’s dog, or how Gary from the post office always rings on the phone like, “Hello, who’s this?!” It’s par for the course in this mad, quirky town.

‘Industrial scale’ biogas plant that was ‘objected to by hundreds’ approved by council