Julia Bradwell Whore ❤️

About Bristol

So, whores, right? Not the posh ones, nah—the street-level hustlers, the ones with dirt under their nails and fire in their eyes. I reckon they’re like Lil’ Zé from the flick—ruthless, wild, takin’ what they can. “I smoke, I snort, I’ve killed, I’ve robbed!”—swap that for a whore’s tale: “I strut, I grind, I’ve tricked, I’ve survived!” Same energy, innit? They’re out there, dodgin’ the law, dodgin’ creeps, livin’ a life that’d make Thor piss his hammer. Makes me smirk—mortals are so bloody messy, and I love it!

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Finally, I wrapped up my day at the pub on The Square. Needed a pint after all that madness. I sat down, and the bartender, Sam, was like, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” I told him about the gnome, the life jacket, and the cat. He just shook his head, laughing. “Only in Bradwell, mate!”

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