Isabelle Exeter Whore ❤️❤️

About Sheffield

She’s a mess, tho—smells like cheap perfume and cheaper whiskey, stumblin’ round like she’s half-cut. Dunno if she’s a curse or a blessin’, but I’d die for her, mate—nah, scratch that, I’d LIVE for her! “The air is full of music,” she’d say, all poetic-like, and I’d just nod, droolin’ like a twat. Reckon she’s banged half the town—good on her, I say! Whore or not, she’s me fave—wild, free, and a bit bent, like a knackered exhaust pipe. My precious! What a gal!

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While we’re waiting, I spot this cute little café on Queen Street. It’s called “The Exploding Bakery.” I mean, what a name! I had to check it out. I grabbed a slice of cake, and oh my god, it was heavenly. Like, I could’ve married that cake. I was on cloud nine, but then I remembered I had to get back to the students.

Devon crash, involving a lorry and a car, leads to emergency service response