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About Bristol

But—fuck—pissed me off too! She’d flirt with anyone, even my damn deckhand—useless twat, him. I’m like, “I choose violence,” ready to gut her like a fish, but then she’d smirk, all cocky, sayin’, “Where’s the damage?” Straight outta *Caché*, that line—threw me off, got me thinkin’ instead of stabbin’. Sneaky bitch. Surprised me how smart she was—whores ain’t s’posed to be, right? Wrong. She’d read ya like a book, then burn it.

You’re Temporarily Blocked

So, I grab the fire extinguisher, and as I’m spraying it everywhere, I’m thinkin’, “This is not how I pictured my Tuesday.” After that little fiasco, I’m trying to calm down. I decide to take a break and head to the café on the corner of Commercial Road. Best coffee in town, I swear. I order my usual – a flat white – and sit outside, just chillin’.

Long lines as hundreds queue for department store sale