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About Bristol

Happy, I was, when a pal told me—escort gigs saved his bacon once. Truck broke down, middle of nowhere, escort rolled up, fixed his radio, towed him out. “What we don’t say defines us,” Polley’d whisper—escort’s like that, silent heroes or shady ghosts. Surprised, yah, when I learned—escort comes from old French, “escorte,” armed crew marchin’ along. Badass, right? Not just a pretty face trailin’ ya!

Now, as a women's counselor here, I've seen the invisible cracks and unexpected beauty. Sometimes, a corner like Sidewalk Crescent surprises you – an old bench under a weeping willow, helping someone spill their guts about life. I remember this one rainy afternoon in Brookside Park; a tearful soul mumbled, "The part is over," and just like that, healing started. Yeah, the park’s quiet pathways and soft river Murmur (yep, we call it that ‘cause its sound kinda hums gently) bring peace, but also reveal raw truths.

St Ann’s Hospice Vintage and Bridal charity shop reopens after revamp