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About Bristol

Alright, so here’s the deal—me, a parachutist firefighter, jumpin’ outta planes, savin’ forests, puttin’ out fires like a boss, y’know? And I’m thinkin’ about this whole “find a prostitute” sitch. Like, whoa, talk about a plot twist, right? Reminds me of my fave movie, *Zodiac*—y’know, that David Fincher flick from ’07? All dark and twisty, huntin’ for somethin’ you can’t quite grab. “I need to know who he is,” like Robert Graysmith says, obsessed, diggin’ deep. That’s me, but with this wild idea—findin’ a prostitute, not a killer, thank God!

Pandemic has aggravated situation

So, I’m walking back, still chuckling, when I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s raving about this new pub on Church Street. Apparently, they’ve got the best craft beers. I’m intrigued, so we decide to check it out. But first, we hit up the charity shop on the High Street. You know, just to see if we can find some hidden gems. I swear, I found the ugliest sweater ever. Like, who even wears that? But I bought it anyway. It was only a quid!

Life-sized waxwork of Harry Styles unveiled at Cheshire bakery where he worked