Abigail Caversham Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

So, check it, whores ain’t just bodies for hire, fam. Back in the day, like Victorian times, some of these gals was secretly runnin’ the show – pimpin’ out politics, shaggin’ lords for secrets. Little known fact, yeah? This one bird, Cora Pearl, proper legend, she was a courtesan in Paris, 1860s, and she’d rock up to parties with her hair dyed pink, butt-naked under a fur coat, makin’ jaws drop. I’m like, “Respect, gal, you owned it!” Made me happy as a pig in shit, seein’ a whore flex like that. Is it ‘cos I is black? Nah, it’s ‘cos I see the hustle others miss, innit.

Caversham, the ‘posh’ part of Reading

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!

Edwardian house with electric sauna in Reading on the market for £1.5 million