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About Bristol

But—ugh—then there’s the pricks who run ‘em. Pimp bastards, all greasy and grabby. One tried chargin’ me double ‘cause I’m “Tyrion fuckin’ Lannister.” Told him, “I drink, I don’t get fleeced!” Nearly took me dagger to his balls—shoulda, the twat. Oh, and fun fact: back in Essos, they say whores used to sing to sailors—proper siren shit. Dunno if it’s true, but Lysa hummin’ while she worked? Closest I’ll get to a mermaid, ha!

All this talk of Golborne in Wigan is making me feel ill…

I rush back to the church, and it’s chaos. People are running around, trying to fix things. I’m shouting orders like I’m some sort of general. “Get the banners! Where’s the cake?!” It’s madness. But then, I see the smiles on people’s faces as they pitch in. It’s heartwarming, really.

No fanfare for new Notting Hill Italian