Natalie Plumstead Whore ❤️

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Picture this—quiet village vibes, like in *Moolaadé*, but swap the huts for neon-lit streets. Whore’s out there, struttin’, bold as a lioness, yet trapped like prey. Consumption’s the game—people buyin’ her, usin’ her, tossin’ her aside. Psychology says we crave control, right? Whore’s the product, the forbidden fruit, and blokes gobble it up—disgustin’, thrilling, same time. Me, I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’—bloody hell, humans are weird. Ever hear ‘bout Messalina? Roman empress, third wife of Claudius—rumor says she moonlighted as a whore for kicks. History’s wild, innit?

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Make a space for it in bus-stop conversations, on the radio dial, between slices of bread, and in the nooks and crannies of your heart. -Michelle Plumstead.

But then, as I’m sipping my drink, I see this guy on the street. He’s juggling flaming torches! I’m like, “What the actual heck?” I mean, who juggles fire in the middle of the day? But hey, it’s Plumstead, anything goes, right?

Woman rushed to hospital after incident on major Plumstead road