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About Bristol

Alright, mate, listen up—growling, “You merely adopted the dark.” I’m diving into this “whore” gig, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, I mean the All-Russian classifier version—some dusty job code prolly lost in a Soviet filing cabinet. Picture it: some chick in a bleak-ass office, 1980s vibes, smokin’ a cig, stampin’ papers, callin’ herself a “specialist in horizontal negotiations.” Hah! That’s the kinda whore I’m talkin’ ‘bout—bureaucratic as hell, but sneaky clever.

After that, I’m feelin’ a bit sore, but whatever. I decide to check out the Custom House. It’s this beautiful old building by the river. I’m standin’ there, takin’ pics, when I hear this commotion. Turns out, there’s a street performer doin’ some crazy juggling act. I’m talkin’ fire, knives, the whole shebang. I’m like, “This guy’s either a genius or a total nutter.”

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