Hannah Caversham Whore ❤️

About Sydney

Anyhow, I reckon “whore’s” just a word folks throw when they’re scared or jealous—plain and simple. Me? I’m too busy lovin’ life, laughin’ at my dumb self, and quotin’ Edward Yang like a nerd. “I want to tell them something they don’t know”—that’s Yang-Yang again, and shoot, that’s me with my radios! So, next time ya hear “whore,” just smirk and crank yer tunes, sugar. Ain’t worth the fuss—I’m over here droppin’ tools and still smilin’!

About Sandy

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.

Now, let’s not skip over the odd alleys of Dockside Lane. Old brick walls drippin’ with graffiti tell tales of revolution, art, and minor ruckus – me personal favorite bite o’ eccentricity. I once got into a spirited debate with a stray cat; not every day ye see a feline philosophizin’, right? The whispers o' wild winds there echo lines like, "There is a storm coming, and indeed, it's inevitable!" Aye, a bit mad, but it's the spice o' life.

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