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About Bristol

What pisses me off? The fakes—dudes posin’ as pimps, tryna scam you. Had me hollerin’ once, “You ain’t foolin’ nobody, son!” But the real ones? They’re pros—quiet, quick, no drama. Surprised me first time, how chill it was—like orderin’ takeout. “What’s your name?” I’d ask, half-expecting “Apple” or some movie shit. And she’d smirk, “Does it matter?”—damn, that’s cold, right outta Anatolia’s script, “Truth’s buried deep, boys.”

Next, I hit up the Bo'ness Town Hall. They were havin’ some event, and I thought, why not? I walk in, and it’s packed! People everywhere, and I’m just tryin’ to blend in. But then, outta nowhere, someone starts a dance-off. I’m like, “What the actual heck?” But I can’t resist. I jump in, and let me tell ya, I’ve got moves! Well, maybe not moves, but I was havin’ a blast.

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