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About Bristol

Ain’t all roses, tho. Pimp’s cut? 70 percent, slavery vibes. Made me mad, blood boilin’, like, “Who’s this leech?” She shrugged, “System’s fucked, Snoop.” True dat. Still, she’d hum Tupac, keep it chill. “Fo’ shizzle,” I’d say, “you’re a G.” *Memento* echoes—“Memory’s unreliable.” Her past? Foggy, man, she don’t trust it neither.

Police Stings

She believed they were prostitutes. Neighbors had witnessed people having sex in cars and often saw used condoms littering the street, she said. The blatant human trafficking “creates a .

So, I hop in my truck, exhausted but kinda happy. Portland, UK, you threw me for a loop today. I laughed, I got mad, I even felt a bit nostalgic. It’s a quirky little place, full of surprises. I’ll be back, but next time, I’m keeping my sandwich close. No seagull’s taking that from me again!

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