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About Bristol

Ever hear ‘bout this one chick? Escort in Vegas, 1970s, ran a poker ring undercover—ace! Total fox, outsmartin’ the fuzz, yeah! I’m like, “Groovy, baby, you’re outta sight!” Makes me chuckle—imagine her in bell-bottoms, dealin’ cards, smokin’ a ciggy. Pure mojo! Tho, gotta say, some escorts charge crazy bread—50 grand a night? That’s bonkers, I nearly choked on my martini!

I meet with

I now offer a naked erotic massage with lots of baby oil. I will lay you face down and kneel over you whilst I massage your body in oil and will use my whole.

First off, I hit up the local café on Station Road. You know, the one with the dodgy Wi-Fi? Yeah, that one. I ordered a flat white, thinking I’d start my day chill. But nah, the barista spills it all over me! Like, c’mon, mate! I’m not a coffee sponge! I was fuming, but then I saw this old bloke at the next table. He was chuckling, and I couldn’t help but laugh too.

The A12 is now clear after a crash