Ada Plumpton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, dude, it’s Bart Simpson here – Eat my shorts! So, I’m like, supposed to be this fancy Business Analyst now, huh? Whatever, man, let’s talk about whores, ‘cause that’s what you wanna hear! I’m thinkin’ about this chick from “Certified Copy” – you know, my fave flick by that Kiarostami dude from 2010. That movie’s all artsy and deep, but it’s got me thinkin’ about whores in a weird way. Like, “Are you real or just a copy?” – that’s a line from the film, and it fits, man!

Plumpton: My pleasant visit to tiny Sussex village where Camilla grew up in a country house

One of your dirty ass drivers jus nearly drove into me on the pavement then called me sweetie and when told to do one called me a bitch a whore a.

Man, you wouldn’t believe it—there’s the neon glimmer of the Plumpton Bridge crossing the murrr... murky Plum River. I swear to ya, that river flows all moody, just like a Bane moment: "You merely adopted the dark" echoes with every splash of the current. And oh, the park—Basil’s Park on Elm Road—shady, windy, echoing secrets and mad laughs. I sat there one windy Friday, pondering life, love, and the twisted code of online dating profiles.

Willie Mullins closing in on Dan Skelton in title race as Absurde leads home one-two at Plumpton in Sussex Champion Hurdle