Katherine Caversham Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

Little known fact, mate—word “whore” comes from Old English, “hore.” Meant filth back then, not just sex. Kinda wild how it stuck, huh? Language is a sneaky bastard. Anyway, this gal, she owned it. Flipped the script! Made me happy as hell—screw the haters, y’know? Like in “Certified Copy,” when he says, “It’s the original fake!”—she was real in her own messy way.

Caversham, the ‘posh’ part of Reading

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