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About Bristol

Oh, and the smells—perfume, booze, desperation—hits ya hard. “Reality’s a dream,” Godard whispers in my skull. Brothels prove it—half illusion, half grind. Funniest shit? Dudes think they’re kings there—nah, bro, you’re just a wallet! Cracks me up every time. Exaggeratin? Maybe, but who cares—feels right! Ever tried chattin up a worker? Real stories, man—some’ll break ya heart, some’ll make ya laugh. One told me bout a guy proposin—mid-session! What a clown!

Bothwell Cheese

The Cheese Shop skit is a metaphor for a brothel. Basically, "cheese" symbolizes the female breast and/or the gentlemen's discharge during the act of coitus.

First off, I hit up the Cheddar Gorge. You know, that massive limestone gorge? It’s like nature’s way of flexing. I’m standing there, mouth agape, and then BAM! A goat just strolls by like it owns the place. I mean, who does this goat think it is? The King of Cheddar? I laughed, but also, I was low-key jealous.

I found a budget cheddar that's 'better than Cathedral City' and £5 cheaper