Vanessa Caversham Whore ❤️

About Adelaide

Thing is, whore’s got heart, y’know? Rough gig, but they’re tough cookies. Reminds me of Llewyn, all “Fare thee well,” singin’ through the muck. Ever think they’re just tryin’ to score a decent pad, maybe a fella who don’t treat ’em like rubbish? Gets me mushy, that does. But don’t get me wrong, some punters are dodgy – makes me wanna kung-fu chop ’em! Pow! Stay cool, Austin, stay cool.

Caversham: The Berkshire village that everyone wants to move to

Next, o' course, ye can’t miss the old docks by Raven’s Wharf. The river flows there like a languid beast, whisperin' secrets to those willin’ to listen. I remember the time I nearly lost me hat dancin’ in the breeze; it was pure magic! Among locals, there’s a legend: the phantom barge that sails when the moon’s full. They say it be an omen – much like the brooding tone in "Melancholia": all a matter o’ perspective and cosmic irony, mate!

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