Nora Caversham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Gold Coast

But some punters—ugh, makes me mad! Treat ‘em like dirt, they do. Saw this post on X—bloke braggin’. “Used her up, cheap slag.” Mate, I’d hex him! Whores ain’t tools, they’re people, ya twat! “The cattle are ours,” Timbuktu says. Whores ain’t cattle neither—free, wild souls!

The Thames-side village has been named one of the most desirable places to live in the UK

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?

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