Willow Caversham Whore ❤️

About Gold Coast

Man, what pisses me off tho? Folks judgin’ whores like they ain’t human. Like, c’mon, playa, we all hustlin’ somehow. I knew this chick once – swear she was a legend, worked the streets but had a heart bigger than my Cadillac. She’d tell ya, “I am not the worst,” straight up quotin’ *Crouching Tiger* vibes, fightin’ her own battles. That shit hit me hard, fam – respect where it’s due, ya feel me?

Caversham, the ‘posh’ part of Reading

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?

New affordable homes in Caversham from developer criticised for ‘shoddy’ brickwork’ at other site