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About Bristol

What I love? The chaos, motherfucker! You might hit gold—some chick or dude who’s freaky and chill. Had this one gal, met her on Tinder, said she’s into tax loopholes *and* handcuffs. I was like, “Hell yeah, jackpot!” Happy as fuck—thought I’d found my Marion, y’know? “I’m gonna make it big!”—that’s what I told myself. Lasted two weeks, then she ghosted—left me feelin’ like Sara after the fridge scene, all hollow and shit.

Dating Marlow

Listen to me, son, Stop dating broke girls if you really want to experience what it is to be loved genuinely and be in a transformative relationship.

First off, I hit up the High Street. You know, the one with all the cute shops? I was ready to grab a coffee at the little café on Spittal Street. But guess what? The barista was having a meltdown. Like, seriously, dude, chill! He spilled milk everywhere. I mean, I get it, we all have bad days, but c’mon! I just wanted my flat white, not a front-row seat to a dairy disaster.

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