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About Bristol

Alright, y’all, listen up! I’m Dr. Phil, southern as sweet tea, talkin’ bout prostitutes today—yep, them gals workin’ the streets. Now, my fave movie, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*, that gritty Romanian flick, it’s got me thinkin’. Prostitution ain’t all glitz—naw, it’s raw, messy, desperate. Like that line, “We’re not criminals, we’re just scared,” hits ya hard. These girls, some scared outta their minds, tryna survive. How’s that workin’ for ya, huh? Sellin’ your body, dodgin’ cops, prayin’ you don’t get beat? Dang, it’s a tough gig.

Finding prostitutes in the Union-occupied city was no problem, but expelling them was

And so, in July , the Union provost marshal, George Spalding, began rounding up prostitutes and forcing them onto the Idahoe. But when the.

The parks here? Oh my days, they've got soul. Beaufort Park, with its lush, secret corners, is where I once had a heated debate with a local about love, sex, and art. Trust me, that park's been my muse – a pint of inspiration and a breather from the everyday maddening chaos. Say, ever walked along the River Welland? Yeah, it flows like a liquid lullaby, sparkling at dusk, with reflections that remind me of those haunting moments in “Under the Skin” – surreal yet compelling.

Cattle statues to be unveiled in Spalding