Mari St. Ann's Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

What gets me mad? Folks judgin’. Callin’ ‘em trash, like they ain’t human. Pisses me off – who’re you to throw stones? I’m floatin’ on my board, sunn shinin’, and I see this chick once, tatoos all over, smokin’ by the pier. Locals sneered, “whore,” under their breath. Me? I saw grit. She was fightin’ somethin’ – maybe demons, maybe bills. “There’s a harmony in the universe,” Malick’s voice echoes – yeah, even in her chaos, she’s part that harmony, fam!

Okay, so, I gotta mention, I’m loony about the hidden nooks; the dingy but brilliant street art behind the public library draws me in every time (btw, the library's on Kingston Street – don’t miss it!). And oh! The annual open mic night at the Cornerstone Pub on Nightingale Lane? It’ll make ya laugh till you cry. I used to tear up there, thinking, “Every moment’s a miracle, even if shocking.”

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