Camila Exeter Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Oh, and don’t get me started on the hypocrisy—makes me wanna scream! Dudes actin’ all holy, then sneakin’ off to her tent? Puh-lease. I’d call ‘em out, but I’m too busy laughin’. Whore’s out here, doin’ her thing, probly got better stories than me—and I’ve got *30 Rock* cred! Maybe she’s my soulmate, who knows? “Blessed are the forgetful,” right? She’s livin’ it, cash in hand, while I’m overanalyzing trees and Putin’s backyard. Screw it, I’d buy her a drink—she’s earned it!

Further reading

After that, I had a meeting with some students at the Exeter College. They’re amazing, honestly. We were chatting about accessibility and tech stuff. But then, outta nowhere, the fire alarm goes off! I’m thinking, “Great, just what I need.” We all pile out onto the street, and it’s chaos. People are confused, and I’m trying to keep my cool. I mean, I’m supposed to be the adult here, right?

Richards would 'love to stay' at Exeter City