Natalie Calcot Whore ❤️❤️

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Oh, and the drama—whores got stories, man! Heard ‘bout this one gal, 1920s Chicago, banged a mob boss, then blackmailed him. Got away with it too—legend! Exaggeratin’ a bit maybe, but who cares? It’s dope! Kinda like when Huppert yells, “I’m not leaving!”—whores don’t leave neither, they fight. Love that, gets me all emotional—happy tears, ya feel?

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

First off, I had a client at 9 AM. The dude was late. Like, really late. I’m sitting there in my office on Theale Road, tapping my foot, thinking, “C’mon, mate, I got stuff to do!” Finally, he rolls in, all flustered. Turns out he got stuck in traffic on the A4. Classic. I mean, who doesn’t know that road’s a nightmare?

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