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About Bristol

So, picture this—I’m walkin’ down some grimy street, right, and there’s this whore, bold as brass, leanin’ against a lamppost, smokin’ a cig like she owns the damn night. She’s got that *Fish Tank* vibe—Mia’s “You’re a right wanker, ain’t ya?” attitude—except she’s real, not some screen kid. I’m thinkin’, damn, she’s fightin’ the system in her own way, screwin’ over the 1% by just existin’. Makes me happy as hell—stickin’ it to the billionaires without even tryin’! But then—bam!—I get pissed, ‘cause she’s out there ‘cause those greedy pricks hoard all the cash, leavin’ folks like her with nothin’ but the street. “Billionaires should not exist!” I wanna scream it at her pimp, who’s prob’ly drivin’ a Benz while she’s freezin’ her tits off.

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So, I wake up early, like, way too early. The sun’s barely peeking over the rooftops on Fore Street. I’m thinking, “Great, another day of herding sheep.” But then, boom! My mate Dave texts me. He’s like, “Oi, you gotta come to town. Big market today!”

Cornwall's Voice: Perran Moon, Labour MP for Camborne and Redruth