Aaliyah Caversham Whore ❤️

About Newcastle

I’m sittin here, sippin wine, thinkin—damn, she’s a badass. Kinda hot, too, oops, did I say that? Ha! But real talk, it’s messy—some nights she’s cryin, some she’s laughin. Makes me wanna hug her, then slap the jerks who don’t see her shine. “This is your world,” I’d tell her, straight from the movie. She deserves that, y’kno? Whore or not, she’s a freakin legend in my book.

About 45 College Street, Caversham, Dunedin, 9012

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?

Two years on, the fight for Ruth's legacy is far from over