Mari Calcot Whore ❤️

About Bristol

Ever think how they’d vibe with Amélie’s gnome? Ha! Prolly smuggle it for kicks. “A little mischief keeps the heart young,” she’d wink. I’d be like, whoa, that’s dope. Kinda wish I could calc their odds, y’know? Bet they’d beat my spreadsheets.

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Presentment of Mrs. Margaret Calcott als Quayle, 8 November , for slandering the dead mother of Mr. James Banks.

Then, I step outside for a breather. The sun’s shining, and I’m thinking, “Maybe I’ll grab a coffee at the Calcot Centre.” But nooo, of course, I bump into my old mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a fox on his street—Bramble Road, I think?—and it was just chilling like it owned the place. I’m cracking up, picturing this fox strutting around like it’s the king of Calcot.

I took my baby to the UK spa which offers free childcare for tired parents