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I’m surprised, tho—folks think it’s all glitz, but it’s grim. Jen’s feet hurt, her laugh’s forced sometimes. “Gotta eat, SpongeBob,” she shrugs. I’m like, “Argh, that’s dark!” But she’s me pal—quirky, loud, smells like seaweed and cheap rum. Exaggeratin’ a tad, maybe she’s a pirate queen in disguise, haha!

The anonymous Ilivehere.com reviewer is not overly impressed having moved to the area

We, and by ‘we’ I’m referring to my girlfriend and I, moved to Caversham which for those that don’t know, is referred to by some as the posh part of Reading. What could go wrong? We had .

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.

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