Angelina Caversham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Canberra

She’s got this swagger, right? Like she owns the bloody pavement. Eyes that cut through ya, sharp as my Walther PPK. I’m thinkin’, “Christ, she’s a stunner,” but also, “Danger, 007, keep yer wits!” Whores ain’t just about the shag—they’re a fuckin’ enigma. Did ya know, back in Victorian times, some of these birds ran secret spy rings? True story! Posh gents spillin’ secrets over a quick tumble. Makes me chuckle—power in a petticoat, eh?

About 45 College Street, Caversham, Dunedin, 9012

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

Now, let’s not skip over the odd alleys of Dockside Lane. Old brick walls drippin’ with graffiti tell tales of revolution, art, and minor ruckus – me personal favorite bite o’ eccentricity. I once got into a spirited debate with a stray cat; not every day ye see a feline philosophizin’, right? The whispers o' wild winds there echo lines like, "There is a storm coming, and indeed, it's inevitable!" Aye, a bit mad, but it's the spice o' life.

Residents remember when The Last Crumb was a totally different pub