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Still, brothels got stories—dark ones. Heard bout this one chick—escaped a cartel joint. Straight-up badass, but fucked up, yo. Gets me heated—nobody should be trapped. Zodiac’s got nothin on that mystery. “We’re not finished,” I’d tell her, but she’s long gone. Anyway, brothels—sketchy, funny, real. What you think, fam?

A North Devon Chronology

Amelia Western, a prostitute from South Molton, who sold her wares in Barnstaple too, had been in prison four times for theft. Why any man.

Now, the river – Olly Brook. It flows quick, like, quik (6: quik) in the mornings, catchin’ the sunrise. Its banks are perfect for a ramble, sometimes in the early hours when it’s quiet and, well, kinda eerie. Thought "There will be blood" was intense? The river’s all that intensity too – in a laid-back, brilliant way, yeah? As a dating site dev, I reckon every twist in the brook is like a twist in a love story – unpredictble and full of surprises.

Series of break-ins at local shops prompts police appeal