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About Bristol

Oh, fun bit—Victorian whores used arsenic makeup. Glowy skin, deadly price. Total *Only Lovers* mood—beauty and doom, tangled up. “We’re finished, aren’t we?” Adam’d mutter, seein’ that hustle. Me, I’d be yellin’, “That’s dope but insane!” Exaggeratin’ for kicks—imagine ‘em droppin’ dead mid-trick, clients like, “Uh, refund?”

Quorn Village in Leicestershire

The play follows two star-crossed lovers who are destined not to be together. A revenge tragedy stuffed with Sex, Swords and Siblings.

Woah, and don’t even get me started on the river, Quorn Brook. It's a lazy ribbon of water, winding past the old pub on Market Square. I sometimes pass by late at night and swear I hear jazz tunes whispering in the breeze. The smell of wet cobbles and roasted chestnuts hits ya like a flash—bam! It smacks you right in the feels every time.

Inside refurbished pub The Quorndon Fox