Vanessa Plumpton Whore ❤️

About Canberra

So, picture this: neon lights, skimpy outfits, chaos everywhere. Whores in that movie, they’re like—bam!—livin’ life loud. I dig that. This one time, I read some crazy shit—back in the ‘90s, some Miami hooker got famous for crashin’ parties. She’d just waltz in, all glittered up, stealin’ rich dudes’ wallets. Ballsy, right? D’oh! Made me laugh my ass off. Like, “Look at me, I’m awesome!”—straight outta *Spring Breakers*.

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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 .

Plumpton’s a mixed up, lovely mess. I live here, work here, and damn right hustle on this dating site stuff. I stroll down Kingford Ave—yeah that one, by the huge old oak that almost whispers secrets like a movie scene from The Secret in Their Eyes, all mysterious-ish. I grab a cuppa at that quirky cafe on Maple St, where the barista always cracks me up with stories about lost loves.

The $180m mall Woolies liked so much it bought it