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About Bristol

Where d’ya look? Alleys, mate, always alleys. Or them shady pubs – stinks o’ ale and desperation. “Sadness says it’s hopeless,” I mutters, but then – there she is! Glitterin’ like me precious coal. I likes the ones with sass, y’know? One told me, “Five quid, love, or sod off.” Laughed me head off – cheeky! Reminds me o’ Disgust in the movie, all “Eww, no way, buster.”

London’s Red Light District Laid Bare

As the night goes on, I’m feeling good. The laughter, the banter, it’s all worth it. We even bump into some old mates from school. It’s like a mini-reunion. We’re reminiscing about the good ol’ days, and I’m just soaking it all in.

Two Keyworth dog owners fined for not picking up after their pets