Megan Caversham Whore ❤️

About Sydney

Favorite flick moment? When them gleaners pick potatoes—misshapen, ignored, still dope. Whores are that—society’s like, “Nah, too dirty,” but they’re feedin’ souls! Little-known fact: medieval whores ran secret guilds—codewords, safehouses, the works. Underground as fuck! Imagine ‘em whisperin’, “Meet me by the pig sty,” dodgin’ knights. Wild shit!

Eighteen and Pregnant

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!

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