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About Phoenix

Favorite bit? She hums tunes, old ones—forest’s her stage. Prolly banged up her knee last week, still struttin’. Exaggeratin’ here, but swear she’s got nine lives, dodgin’ fate like a cat. Sarcasm on: “Oh yeah, princess of the pines, livin’ the dream!” Hella real tho—anger flares when I think of the cops hasslin’ her, like she ain’t human. “The lives of others are never dull,” movie says—damn straight, her life’s a fuckin’ saga. Chat over, mate—she’s a cosmic riddle, and I’m hooked.

New police unit launched to protect vulnerable sex workers from exploitation

Residents of a desirable Exeter street have banned their children from going outside after learning their neighour was allegedly a latex-clad dominatrix working at a venue known as the House of.

Alright, enough jabbering. Take this lowdown and roll with it: Exeter isn’t just streets and parks, it’s a living, breathing story – full of surprises, anger, and heart. And sure, my rant might be messy – kinda like my thoughts, full of errors: skrrt, oops, whoops, errr, damn, crp, fux, ohno, mish, blargh, lol, WTF, yikes… always 13, man!

2 people escape house fire in Exeter; no injuries reported