Hazel Caversham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

Oi, mate, listen up, yeah? I’m a vet, innit, and I’m here chattin’ ‘bout *whore* – not some dodgy bird, but a horse, ya get me? Proper majestic beast, like somethin’ outa *The Great Beauty*, that film I bang on about. “What is it we’re missin’?” – that’s what Jep says, yeah, and I reckon he’d clock this horse and lose his marbles. Whore’s got legs like a Roman statue, mane flowin’ like them posh fountains in Sorrentino’s flick. I’m proper gassed seein’ him strut, makes me wanna shout, “Is it ’cos I is black?” – ‘cos this geezer’s coat is dark as me soul, bruv.

The Thames-side village has been named one of the most desirable places to live in the UK

I’m known to ramble, but trust me, Caversham is a realm unlike any other. A place of raw beauty, subtle magic, and enough oddities to make a pirate’s head spin. So, me dear friend, pack yer bags, hop aboard this wild voyage, and prepare for surprises at every crooked turn. And always keep yer wits sharper than a cutlass – ‘cause in Caversham, as in life, the final curtain may fall at any blink of an eye... "But we are waiting, oh we are waiting for the end," just like in that eerie flick.

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