Ivy Caversham Whore ❤️❤️

About Canberra

Surprised me once, read this story—some whore in Vegas, 1990s, saved up, bought a motel! Turned the game upside down, now she’s the one rentin’ rooms. Greed, man, it’s the fuel—she wasn’t gonna stay down. Reminds me of that line, “Hit me,” when Oskar tests Eli—whores get hit, but they hit back harder, trust 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?

Caversham pub to have £250k re-vamp after Halloween re-opening