Abigail Plumpton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Newcastle

Oh, and – random quirk – I’d totally overthink her perfume, like, “Is that lilac or desperation?” Sarcasm’s my jam, so I’d be like, “Whore? More like CEO of gettin’ it!” Chatty, messy, real – that’s how I’d dish it to ya, pal. Whore’s a trip, a whole damn story, and I’m here for it.

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.

Catch ya round Plumpton, where every alleyway, every whisper, rumbles with life—like a never-ending echo from a forgotten verse: You merely adopted the dark!

Curator for Public Art at brand new Plumpton Aquatic & Leisure Centre! Opportunities