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About Bristol

Lemme tell ya, I’ve bounced plenty outta clubs—girls in fishnets, dudes with cash, the whole sleazy circus. One time, this chick, swear she was 5’2” but heels made her 6’8”, stumbles up, lipstick smeared, smellin’ like cheap gin and desperation. She’s like, “Lemme in, big guy!” I’m like, hell naw, you ain’t VIP, you’re V-I-pee-yourself! Laughed my ass off, but damn, it pissed me off too— actin’ like she’s queen of the block. Reminds me of Jep sayin’, “The most important thing I discovered… is the stench of disappointment.” That’s her, reekin’ of it.

Westergate on a map

Observe a marvelous teen slut Whitney Westgate is swallowing a big ramrod. She is screaming because of rough penetration in her tight muff.

Also, near the river Blunder, yep, Blunder River (no pun, or maybe one?) flows through town. Its banks are perfect for a late-night ramble or deep soul-searching talk with yourself, like “this is life, man” kinda vibes. You might even catch an unexpected fish splash and think, “oh snap, that fish was defiant!” Lol.

Plans for 'overbearing' new countryside house rejected