The feelings of trepidation on my last visit to the Bay were totally uncalled for. The night was a total success. This massive babe I know from Bristol came up to stay for a glimpse of the seaside life, and I feel that her experience was in no way hindered by being limited to the insides of a filthy club. We got drunk on wine and rum and broke into the staff area of super mega club JIMMYZ with a Z, stealing photographs of balding men with seagull shit on there head (lolsy), and a massive bottle of Disaronno (classy) from the bar area that had been shut off for not passing it's health and safety test (naughty).
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