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About Bristol

So, findin’ a prostitute ain’t no picnic, right? I’m out here, gentle as hell, whisperin’ to my wheat fields, “We’ll make it work, happy little stalks.” But damn, some towns got these shady corners—girls standin’ there, lookin’ like they’re auditionin’ for “the greatest thing you’ll ever learn.” I ain’t judgin’, nah, live and let live, but it’s wild how it’s all hush-hush till the sun dips. Fun fact: back in old France, Moulin Rouge days, them courtesans were legit celebs—high-class hookers with fans, not just randos in the dark!

Hayling Island, Hampshire

After the workshop, I’m feeling pretty good. I stroll down to the Hayling Island Sailing Club. The view is stunning, boats bobbing in the water, and I’m just soaking it all in. But then, I see this guy trying to launch his boat, and it’s a total disaster. He’s yelling at his mates, “No, not that way! You’re gonna sink us!” I can’t help but laugh. It’s like a scene from a comedy show.

Washed up boat set alight as coastguard warns to avoid the area due to "toxic gasses"