Megan Caversham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Adelaide

Dogville’s Grace, she’d get it—whore’s a role forced on ya. “I’m not a victim,” she’d whisper, but she was. Whores too—people sneer, call em trash, but who’s buyin? That’s what grinds my gears—blame the seller, not the buyer. Bullshit. Gets me all riled up, fists clenchin.

Eighteen and Pregnant

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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?

Road closure in town centre causes severe delays