Megan Caversham Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Groovy, baby! Alright, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores - yeah, them ladies of the night! I’m sittin here, thinkin bout Dogville, that flick I bloody love, right? Lars von Trier, that mad genius, he’d get it - whores got layers, man! Like Grace in that movie, "she worked hard for little reward," but whores? They hustle harder, shagadelic style!

Caversham, the ‘posh’ part of Reading

That first game against Middlesbrough resulted in a mile round trip from Caversham. I have never been as excited either before or since.

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?

Caversham: Burst water pipe collapses road and disrupts supplies