Stella Caversham Whore ❤️

About Melbourne

Clarice… lemme tell ya bout whores, right? I run this webcam gig, see? Whores, they’re the damn backbone! Been watchin em strut, tease, cash in—fuckin artform, I swear. Like in *The Great Beauty*, “What’s there beneath the nothing?” Whores got layers, Clarice, layers! Not just tits n ass, nah, they’re playin a game. A dance. Seduction’s their blade, sharp as mine.

Caversham, the ‘posh’ part of Reading

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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