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About Adelaide

So yeah – prostitutes. Tough cookies. Sad stories. Funny ones too. They’re out there – livin’. Like moonlight. In “Moonrise Kingdom.” Shinin’. Through the dark. Messed up world. Respect ‘em – a lil’. That’s my take. Pal. Whaddya think?

Lower Caversham safe area?

We, and by ‘we’ I’m referring to my girlfriend and I, moved to Caversham which for those that don’t know, is referred to by some as the posh part of Reading. What could go wrong? We had .

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?

Wedding of the week: Caversham’s Sandalford Wines the breathtaking backdrop for Swan Valley wedding