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About Bristol

So, picture this—whore ain’t just a chick sellin’ skin. It’s anybody—yeah, anybody—who trades soul for scraps. I seen it, you seen it. Guy at the bar, braggin’, “I got her number!”—but he’s payin’ with dignity, not dollars. Whore’s a vibe, a trap. Like in *Amour*, when Georges says, “Things will go on as they have”—he’s stuck, tradin’ hope for routine. Whore’s that routine, baby. You don’t even know you’re hooked.

Where is Rawmarsh?

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Rawmarsh got this hidden gem called The Forge Park. It's a quaint green patch by the rivulet, a real oasis in town. You can stroll along Rumble Bridge too—yep, that's another local marvel. I once met a bloke there who swore the river whispered secrets. Great Scott! I almost believed him. Sometimes, after a long day kneading tensions away, I take a brisk wander there to clear my mind. It's striking how nature and massage blend, just like yin and yang, dude.

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