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About Bristol

Whore’s got history, too. Bet ya didn’t know in old Rome, they called em *lupae*—she-wolves. Howlin at night, takin what’s theirs. Badass, right? Makes me grin, thinkin of em dodgin togas and taxmen. Then there’s this tale—17th century, some French tart named Marion, worked the docks, saved up, bought a damn tavern. Whore turned boss. Fuckin legend. Surprised me, that did—thought they all ended up broke or dead. Guess not.

Joseph Hooker at Kew Gardens

You're a whore in sheep's clothing. Fucking up all I do. Yeah, and if, oh, here we've stopped. Then never again will you. see this in your life. And onto the glory at my right hand. Here laid .

By the end of the day, I’m knackered. I sit down on the steps of Kew Gardens, watchin’ the sunset. It’s beautiful, ya know? The sky’s all pink and orange, and I can’t help but smile. Despite the chaos, it’s moments like this that make it all worth it.

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