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About Bristol

So, I’m wonderin—what’s it like for her? Is she happy? Trapped? Surprised me how chill some of em are. Talked to this one gal once—total accident, swear it—near a fire call. She’s leanin on a wall, smokin, says, “Hey, hero, need a date?” I laugh, like, nah, I’m good, lady. But she’s cool, tells me she’s been at it 10 years. TEN YEARS! Can ya believe that? “Fish are friends, not food,” I mutter—thinkin she’s dodgin sharks out here daily. She smirks, like she gets it. Weird moment, man.

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But curiosity got the better of me. I sneak out during lunch. The market’s buzzing! There’s food stalls, crafts, and this guy playing the accordion. I’m loving it! I grab a burger from this food truck. Best decision ever. Juicy, messy, and just what I needed.

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