Ella Westergate Brothel ❤️

About Bristol

Oh blast, here I go! Brothel, huh? Filthy places, mate! Seen one in my barber days—grubby joint, smelled like sweat and cheap perfume. C-3PO, panicked, “R2-D2, where are you?”—that’s me, peekin’ through the curtain, eyes wide! Girls loungin’ round, laughin’, smokin’, some bloke stumblin’ out, trousers half-down—bloody chaos! Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, that slow, grim slog— “The wind’s blowing, everything’s ruined!” Life in a brothel’s like that, innit? Decayin’, desperate, yet somehow alive.

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Then there’s the old market square, Rumble Square—don’t ask why it’s named that, but it does rumble with history and insider gossip. Local legends say secret lovers met there on foggy days, sorta like those tragic love stories in that flick, Leviathan. I once sat on a cracked stone bench there, totally chillin’, when a stray cat strolled by like it owned the place. Crazy stuff, making me laugh, like “D’oh, life’s funny, eh?”

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