Sophie Caversham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Logan City

Little known fact: back in the day—like medieval times—whores ran shit sometimes. Kings begged ‘em for secrets! True story, look it up. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*, when Oscar’s switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “I miss the cameras,” he says, all nostalgic. Whores do that too—playin’ parts, hidin’ in plain sight. Ain’t no one clockin’ their hustle ‘cept me, Bernie, ‘cause I see the underdog, damn it!

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?

£1.2 million bungalow in Caversham set to be replaced with modern home