Aria Heavitree Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Me, I’m chillin up here, thinkin—whores are like us. Outcasts, y’know? Doin what we gotta. “We all want to be seen,” Polley says. Whores too, man, they’re screamin it! Ever see one strut? Confidence off the charts! Makes me laugh, like, “Get it, girl!” Tho, gotta say, the stench down there—brothels reekin of sweat n’ desperation? Yikes, gag me.

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Heavitree was part of the manor of Wonford, but its location on the main road to London saw it expand. The area was also a favourite for the wealthy to settle in the 18th and 19th centuries .

Lunchtime rolls around, and I’m starving. I dash over to the Heavitree Bakery. Best sausage rolls in town, no contest. I grab one, and as I’m about to take a bite, I see this cute dog outside. I’m talking about a proper fluffy one. I get distracted, and boom! My sausage roll falls right on the ground. I’m like, “Nooooo!” But then the dog’s owner laughs and says, “Looks like he’s got good taste!” I can’t even be mad.

Inside derelict Exeter house and lab that was home to forensic scientist