Megan Plainfield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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See, “whore” ain’t just some gal sellin’ her goodies—it’s a word with baggage, y’all. Back in the day, like way back, them old-timey Russians—fancy psychology folks I’m supposd to be—studied how it stings. They said it’s a slap to the soul, a label that sticks like gum in your hair. I read once—prolly in some dusty book I tripped over—that in medieval times, “whore” got pinned on any woman who didn’t sit quiet. Ain’t that a hoot? Makes me wanna holler, “Well, bless their hearts, they’d hate me then!”

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A hooker working the City Hall parking lot? Seems she was hanging out with a group of young men on the steps of the house across from the lot's entrance.

The millennial vibe on South Street? Rad! A local café, Bean Scene, aka my secret refuge. I’d sip my peppered cappuccino, thinking: “Courage is found in unlikely places.” Those letters of hope amidst the din. Note: sometimes I call it “Bean Sceen” in my hurry—oops, typo strikethrough!

Sexual Contact Investigation in South Plainfield Leads to Arrest of Piscataway Police Officer