Angelina Caversham Whore ❤️❤️

About Newcastle

So, whore—let’s dive in, yeah? Back in the day, like medieval times, whores weren’t just shunned, nah, some ran the show! Ever hear of the “harlot’s prerogative”? Them lasses could dodge taxes coz kings fancied ‘em—wild, right? Makes me chuckle, thinkin’ how they’d strut past taxmen like, “You shall not pass, ya greedy git!” Proper rebels, they were. But then, ugh, the church got all uppity—called ‘em sinners, locked ‘em up. Pissed me off, that did. Why’s it always the women catchin’ hell, eh?

Caversham, the ‘posh’ part of Reading

The inspiration for Caversham's Bride actually came from a movie of his I watched a long time ago called The King's Whore. I loved Timothy Dalton in that.

Ahoy, matey, gather 'round an' listen up, savvy? Now, let me spin ye a yarn 'bout the mystical, bizarre land of Caversham (au) – a true treasure trove fer a weary soul searchin’ fer calm amid life's storms, much like that melancholic "Melancholia" flick. Arrr, it’s a wild mishmash o’ quaint nooks and crannies, an' there be secrets tucked behind every bend.

Vines and valleys: The perks of Caversham, WA