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About Bristol

Exaggeratin for effect—she’s a goddess, man, a queen in ripped fishnets! Okay, maybe not, but she’s real, and that’s enough. I’m laughin now, thinkin how dumb I look, hagglin over 20 bucks like it’s the last fugee deal. She’s chill, tho, says, “Relax, Morgan, you’re good.” I ain’t told her my name, but I’m rollin with it. In my head, I’m screamin—damn, this is better than a movie! No dystopia here, just two souls vibin in the wreckage. And that’s findin a prostitute, my friend—gritty, human, and fuckin alive.

Love Hurts

The image of a prostitute’s life being utterly miserable is not quite the case. In addition to the power brought by the money, they also often have fun with one another. There are very close .

I gotta say, my personal quirks? I super love that old bookshop on Cherry Close. It's tiny, smells like ancient paper, and hides secret love notes in its shelves. Every time I randomely stumble in there, I'm like “Whoa, what just happened?”—you never know what memory might spark next, right?

‘Don’t try to beat them at their own game’