Isabelle Caversham Whore ❤️❤️

About Adelaide

She’s got quirks, too. Maybe she’s hummin’ a tune, somethin’ sultry, while countin’ her cash. Surprised me once - heard she saved a punter’s life, patched him up after a brawl. Ain’t that a twist? “You can’t stop what’s comin’,” like Llewelyn Moss’d say. She’s unstoppable, mate, a tornado in lipstick. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ tea, thinkin’ - blimey, she’s out there dodgin’ fate like it’s nothin’.

About 45 College Street, Caversham, Dunedin, 9012

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.

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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