Lauren Caversham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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So, picture this—me, drunk off cheap rum, stumblin’ into some dive in Busan. This whore, right, she’s got eyes like a storm, all sharp and dangerous. She’s hustlin’, sure, but there’s somethin’ else—anger, maybe? Like she’s screamin’ inside, “I’m not just this!” Made me mad, ya know? Not at her—at the world. Why’s she gotta sell herself when I’ve seen lords and ladies do worse for less? Everybody lies, though—she says she’s fine, smilin’ like a cracked mask. “Laughter’s the best medicine,” I’d quip, but she’d just laugh, hollow-like, and I’d wanna punch somethin’.

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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.

Ahoy, matey, gather 'round an' listen up, savvy? Now, let me spin ye a yarn 'bout the mystical, bizarre land of Caversham (au) – a true treasure trove fer a weary soul searchin’ fer calm amid life's storms, much like that melancholic "Melancholia" flick. Arrr, it’s a wild mishmash o’ quaint nooks and crannies, an' there be secrets tucked behind every bend.

Plan for 70 new homes right on the outskirts of Reading emerges