Zara Caversham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Favorite bit? When I heard ‘bout this gal, 1800s, real sly - worked brothels, saved up, bought land! Land, sweetie! Whore turned mogul, how’s that for a twist? “The world’s a stage,” Charlie Kaufman’d say, and she played it, oh boy! Makes me happy, that grit, that hustle - beats my calculator any day.

Caversham: The Berkshire village that everyone wants to move to

Caversham is the obvious choice if you want to be as close as possible to the main Reading station but, imo, you don't get much bang for.

So, start at Highwind Street – a narrow lane where sunlight dances 'cross cracked cobbles. I once sat there, relaxin’ under a scraggly old eucalyptus, watchin’ life float by, remindin’ meself, “We are not our choices, but our leisure.” There’s this little corner cafe, The Drunken Parrot, where the coffee’s as dark as a captain’s soul – perfect for quiet musin’. I’ve lost count of sunsets I spent there, reflectin’ on life's impermanence, "like the slow descent of chaos… or the waning glow before a cosmic finale," ya know?

Plan for 70 new homes right on the outskirts of Reading emerges