Hannah Plumpton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Oh, and her smell – cheap perfume, like roses drowned in gin. Kinda gross, kinda fab – like me after a shift, reekin’a meat! “Death is everywhere,” Saul’d say – but she’s alive, baby, screamin it! Makes me wanna dance, choppin liver to her beat. Whore’s a trip – love her, hate her, can’t ignore her! Hahaha, oy, my sinuses!

Elizabeth Plimpton

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.

Beyond Mass: Parish support group in Plumpton promotes inclusion for children with disabilities