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About Bristol

Oi, mate, it’s me, Tyrion Lannister—yep, the witty dwarf who drinks and knows things. So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores today, eh? Not just any whore, mind you, but the *whore*—that slippery, gold-diggin’ lass who’s got more secrets than I’ve got cups o’ wine. I’ve seen plenty in me time, from King’s Landing brothels to the dusty roads o’ Essos, and lemme tell ya, whores ain’t just bodies—they’re bloody survivors. Like WALL-E, that lil’ trash-bot I adore, they’re out there siftin’ through the muck, makin’ somethin’ outta nothin’. “Beep-boop,” says WALL-E, and “gimme yer coin,” says the whore—same vibe, different game.

1. Take a wander round the Dulwich Picture Gallery

First off, I hit up Lordship Lane for brekkie. You know, the usual—coffee and a bacon sarnie from the café. But guess what? They ran outta bacon! Like, how do you run outta bacon? It’s breakfast, not a vegan retreat! I was fuming. I mean, who does that? I ended up with a sad avocado toast. Ugh, I hate avocados.

Van destroyed after fire fills road with thick black smoke in East Dulwich