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About Bristol

Brothels ain’t just sex, nah—they’re a damn economy! Girls pay rent, house takes a cut, like Wall Street sharks circlin’. “The wolf don’t care who he bites,” I reckon—same deal here. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but picture this: dude spends his last dime, staggers out, yellin’, “I’m fuckin’ invincible!” Next day, he’s broke, cryin’. Classic Bush malaprope—misunderestimated the cost, heh!

Never Pay For Brothels Again

Does anyone know what's going on at the Badgequo factory by Aldi? There is a right racket coming from them. #beingnosey.

Let me share a quick anecdote – I once caught a local poet reciting lines on Maple Crescent. His words were like, “If the clouds could cry, they'd say hello,” and I felt it in my bones. Also, there's a tiny park near the old mill – maybe you’ve heard of it? – where locals gather for picnics and impromptu chats. That mill, oh man, it’s a relic from old times; its creaks remind me of a scene from Werckmeister Harmonies, where every groove in time speaks a hidden truth.

Hallam crushed by last-gasp Campion equaliser as Silsden handed huge boost