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About Bristol

So, I knew this chick once—street name “Raven.” Swear she was slicker than a greased pig. Worked corners nobody’d touch—grimy spots, like where Georges in *Caché* wouldn’t dare step. She’d laugh, sayin’ cops never clocked her. Little known fact? Back in ‘89, some hooker in Paris ran a whole spy ring—true story, bro! Raven wasn’t that deep, but she had game. Made me happy seein’ her outsmart the system—girl had guts.

'I used to get embarrassed when people asked me where I'm from – I'd say the next town over'

Oh, and I gotta mention my secret spot: a hideaway in an alley behind the old church at St. David’s Corner. I know it sounds a bit crazy, but me and my clients have had dope sessions there, talkin’ ‘bout life, dreams, and real innerspaces. That place reminds me so much of a lucid dream, like Inception’s spinning top – endless, mysterious, and ever-flippin’! My heart feels free when I'm there, just vibin’ and letting go of all the weight. YOLO!

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