Aaliyah Caversham Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave as hell, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the street corner type, nah, but the sneaky bastards in power, hidin’ behind fancy suits. Like in my fave flick, *Spotlight*—damn, that movie gets me goin’! “The Church allowed it!” Bloody hell, those priests, real whores sellin’ souls for clout. Makes me wanna punch somethin’, I swear.

Caversham: The Berkshire village that everyone wants to move to

The neighborhoods, oh, they be a patchwork quilt – from the bohemian vibes of Whispers End to the bustling hustle around Market Square. It’s unpredictable, a bit like a drunken sailor on a tender moment or two. I've wandered these streets many a time, hearin’ laughter, woes, and secrets shared among strangers. Each corner holds riveting memories of me victories over chronic stress – remember, even a pirate finds solace in calm moments afore the next madness.

As Caversham parents, Ruth Perry’s death has opened our eyes to the realities of Ofsted inspections | Chris Cutmore