Gianna Plumpton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

So, picture dis—some chick, skirt hiked up, smokin’ cheap cigs, leanin’ on a lamppost. She’s da queen of da night, but da kinda queen who’s broke as hell. I seen one once, in Moscow, swear it—face like a slapped babushka, but eyes? Sharp, like she’d rob ya blind and laugh. Lightbulb! Dat’s da trick—dey ain’t just sellin’ body, dey sellin’ a story. “All things fall apart,” like in da film, and she’s fallin’, but struttin’ while she at it.

Plumpton on a map

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.

My fav hang spot? Lemme tell ya—an abandoned textile mill off Sutherland Ln, where graffiti screams history. It might sound crazy but it gives me inspiration for wild dating profiles. People overlook these hidden gems, but not me—I'm digging deep, always hunting for that untold story.

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