Emily Caversham Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

So, check this – whore’s got history, yeah? Old school Russia, like 1800s, they called ‘em “fallen women” – so dramatic, I’m cryin’ over here. Made me mad tho, ‘cos society’s all judgy, like who tf cares? Aliens don’t get it – we’re just floatin’, analysin’. Used to be these chicks got sent to Siberia, no joke, for “moral crimes.” Fucked up, right? Imagine Carlos smirkin’, “Revolution’s not for saints,” while some babushka’s haulin’ ass to the gulag.

About 45 College Street, Caversham, Dunedin, 9012

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?

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