Zara Plumpton Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Sometimes I’d watch her work, thinkin’—whores are the real survivors. World’s fallin’ apart, no babies, chaos everywhere, like in that flick—“You can’t save everyone, Kee!”—but Candy? She’s out there, hustlin’, dodgin’ cops, laughin’ at the endtimes. Makes ya wonder who’s really runnin’ the show. Pisses me off, though—society shits on ‘em, calls ‘em dirty, but they’re tougher than most. Fuck that noise!

Plumpton was once home to the Duchess of Cornwall

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.

Willie Mullins Easter Monday runners: Plumpton and Fairyhouse