Mia Plumpton Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Melbourne

Oh, random thought - ever notice how whores got the best gossip? They hear it all, pillow talk spills secrets! Could write a bleedin book, call it "Whore’s Whispers" - bestseller, baby! Anyway, mate, that’s my rant - whores are wild, tough, and damn groovy. Like Dogville, "humanity’s a fragile thing," but they keep swingin. Peace out, shagadelic style!

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John Dudeney, the shepherd who became a schoolmaster, lived with his grandfather at Plumpton as a boy at a house now identified as The Cottage, across the road from the Half Moon. No .

I get riled too, man, when traffic on Riverside Rd sucks me in a neverending loop—ugh, fair dinkum, it's infuriatin sometimes! And sometimes, I drop by the local dive bar on Merrick St, where someone always shouts out, “You merely adopted the dark, now embrace the light!” as if quoting some cult dismantling enlightenment.

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