Rebecca Caversham Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

But man. The risks? STDs. Beatings. Jail. I’d charge. A fortune. To cover her. Exaggeratin’? Maybe. But still. She’d be. Uninsurable. By most. Me? I’d try. Cuz damn. She’s fightin’. “Help me to live.” Another movie line. She didn’t say it. But I felt it. In her vibe. Got me thinkin’. Too much. Bout her odds.

About Sandy

Caversham is the obvious choice if you want to be as close as possible to the main Reading station but, imo, you don't get much bang for.

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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