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About Bristol

Well, hey there, y’all! It’s me, Dolly, comin’ atcha with my sweet Southern twang, talkin’ ‘bout somethin’ a lil spicy today—whore! Now, I ain’t no fancy-pants classifier, but I reckon I can spin ya a yarn ‘bout this ol’ profession from the All-Russian whatchamacallit list. Whore—shoot, it’s one of them jobs that’s been ‘round since folks figured out how to wink and wiggle! I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ sweet tea, thinkin’ ‘bout it, and lordy, it’s a hoot.

The spooky Essex walking trail that ends at fortress which held 1000 accused witches

Anyway, I settled for tea. Not my fave, but whatever. I sat outside, trying to enjoy the view of the River Stour. It’s pretty, I guess, but I was too grumpy to appreciate it. Then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. A big ol’ Labrador, all muddy and happy. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But then I couldn’t help but laugh. Dogs have that magic, right?

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