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About Bristol

Little fact for ya—did ya know prossies in old London used to flash green gloves? Secret signal, innit—sneaky as hell! This one ain’t got no gloves, just a fag hangin from her gob. “Where ya from?” I ask, cos I’m nosy. She shrugs, “Dunno, everywhere.” Fair enough—sounds like me after a bender. Surprised me, tho—thought she’d spin some sob story. Nope, just blank as a slate. “The past is gone,” like the film says—reckon she gets that.

Woman working to help Worcester's prostitutes get off street used to be one of them

Sometimes, I wander aimlessly, my mind buzzing: “Man, why is life so groovy yet puzzling?” Evenings near the Worcester Theatre bring all kinds of feels – joy, anger, and that sheer appreciation for the raw state of being… you know? It’s like, “blah blah infinite loop, baby,” repeating like some cosmic mantra.

Queen Camilla in Hereford for unannounced appearance as she attends funeral