Mari Corsham Whore ❤️

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She’s a mess, sure—spillin’ wine, laughin’ too loud, screwin’ up fancy parties. Reminds me of that line, “we’re all on the brink of despair.” But her? She don’t care! I’m jealous, man—wish I could just not give a crap like that. D’oh! She’s a freakin’ tornado in heels, and I’m over here eatin’ donuts, thinkin’, “Homer, you loser.”

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The earliest for Corsham is the Victorian wall post box at the top of Monks. Lane, opposite the so-called 'Whore's Pond' at the beginning of the road along.

Finally, we wrap up the tour. I’m relieved, but also exhausted. I wave goodbye to the group, and they’re all like, “Thanks, mate! It was awesome!” I’m like, “Yeah, no worries! Just don’t ask me about ghosts again!”

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