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We’s mad, oh yes – them whores, takin’ coin fer nothin’ pure! Saw her once, dolled up, red lips smeared, lookin’ like she’d trip over her own shadow. Made me chuckle, it did – clumsy trollop! Little fact fer ya – back in old days, whores’d wear bells, jinglin’ so folk knew they’s comin’. Imagine that racket now – bloody jingle-jangle down the street! We hates it!

Plumpton: My pleasant visit to tiny Sussex village where Camilla grew up in a country house

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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.

Liverpool fans crossing the Irish Sea for 'extra special' day