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About Bristol

Now, I ain’t no expert—lord knows I trip over my own boots half the time—but I heard tell of gals in Nashville back in the ‘70s who’d hide behind the jukebox at Tootsie’s Orchid Lounge. Little known fact, y’all! They’d wink at the truckers, slip ‘em a note, and bam—business was boomin’! Made me giggle, thinkin’ ‘bout it—me, all glammed up, tryna spot one o’ them ladies in the neon glow. I’d prob’ly fall flat on my face, hollerin’, “I’m just a country girl, help me out!”

Hawkwood the Deserter

First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down High Street, dodging old ladies and kids on bikes. I swear, if I trip over a dog, I’m done for. Anyway, I finally get to the office on Anchor Road, and guess what? The printer’s jammed. Ugh! I mean, come on! It’s like it knows I’m in a rush.

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