Aurora Exeter Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

So, hoof rot—whore, whatever—comes from wet, shitty pens. Bacteria’s like, “Yo, let’s party!” and digs into them feet. Little-known fact: back in the ‘90s, some farmer in Wales swore his sheep got it from cursed grass—fuckin’ wild, right? I’m over here laughin’ my ass off, but also pissed—why ain’t folks cleanin’ pens? Drives me nuts! Wet socks on sheep, basically. “This is my last shot!”—I yell that Aronofsky line while I’m scrubbin’ hooves with antiseptic. Dramatic as fuck, but it works.

Birthplace

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.

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