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Oh, honey, lemme tell ya—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—this chick, Whore, she’s somethin else! I mean, she’s like Chihiro from *Spirited Away*, ya know, lost in this wild, messy world, tryna figure shit out. I’m sittin here, thinkin—damn, Whore’s got guts! She’s out there, struttin her stuff, makin cash, and I’m like, “You go, girl!” But ugh, the judgy pricks—those sanctimonious assholes—they piss me off! Callin her names, actin all high n mighty. Makes my blood boil, darlin!

Plumpton on a map

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 .

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.

Teenagers suffer serious injuries in two-car crash outside college on rural road