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About Bristol

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! Brothels, huh? Been thinkin bout them lately—dirty, wild places! Judge Judy here, sharp as ever, and I ain’t got time for nonsense. “Don’t pee on my leg and tell me it’s raining!”—that’s what I’d say to them shady owners. So, picture this: a brothel, right? Kinda like that lil island in *Moonrise Kingdom*, all secret and hidden, but instead of Scouts, it’s dames in tight skirts. “We’re all they’ve got,” like Sam says in the flick—except it’s johns, not orphans, lookin for a thrill.

132: Brothels, Gambling, and Saloons, Oh My! Extras

Set in the infamous Wild West town of Deadwood, South Dakota, the discussion unravels the rich and problematic history of the area.

Next, I decided to grab lunch at that little pub on the corner of South Street. The one with the weird name—The Tipsy Toad or something? I ordered a burger, and it was massive! Like, I could’ve fed a small village. I took one bite, and it was pure bliss. But then, I spilled ketchup all over my new jacket. Great. Just great.

Major milestone on the Broadwater Farm estate