Kayla Tewkesbury Brothel ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

What gets me happy? The hustle. These girls, man, they’re survivors—tougher than Monty facin’ his last night. But the creeps? Oh, the creeps make me wanna puke. Sweaty losers lyin’ to themselves—“I’m a good guy, just lonely.” Sure, pal, and I’m Mother Teresa with a cane. Everybody lies, specially there. Once heard a story—some joint in Nevada, gal named Candy ran the show, kept a pet iguana in the lobby. Freaked the johns out, but they paid extra for the thrill. True? Who knows—sounds badass tho.

How to spot the signs that a pop-up brothel is operating on your street and what you should do

I love sippin’ cheap ale at the local pub, The Crown, with its crooked signs and mismatched chairs. Every night, I pretend to be in an old movie – life’s full of laughs, heartbreak, and whispering legends, like them immortal words: "the world is a raving lunatic."

Sam’s Section: Gloucester and Cleeve hunt play-offs plus Tewkesbury and Whaddon in title showdown in bumper Easter weekend