Hazel Keynsham Brothel ❤️❤️

About Bristol

Alright, listen up, ya degenerate. I’m Ron Swanson, hate everything, ‘specially frilly nonsense. Brothels? Pfft, dens of desperation. Watched *Ten* by that Kiarostami fella—my kinda flick, raw, real, no fluff. Reminds me of a brothel I stumbled ‘cross in Nevada, 2010. Dusty joint, smelled like regret and cheap whiskey. Lady up front, tough as nails, says, “What you want, mister?” I’m thinkin’, hell, I just want a steak. Didn’t say that—didn’t wanna die.

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If so I recommend Keynsham, transport links to both Bristol and Bath, it's technically BANES but you'll get to the centre of Bristol quicker on public transport than 70% of the actual Bristol districts.

Finally, I get everything sorted, and it’s lunchtime. I’m starving! I head to the park on Keynsham Memorial Park. It’s lovely there, all green and stuff. I sit down, ready to enjoy my sandwich, and this cheeky squirrel comes up. I swear, it looked me dead in the eye and snatched my lunch right outta my hand! I was like, “Oi! That’s my lunch, mate!” But the little bugger just scurried off. I mean, who knew squirrels had such guts?

Emergency roadworks in Keynsham