Nadia Caversham Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, here’s a lil’ tea y’all ain’t know: Whore got a tattoo—some ol’ raggedy heart with a name scratched out. Prolly some fool she done bled dry. I heard it from Miss Bessie, who heard it from her cousin’s baby daddy. That’s real, y’all! She a walkin’ soap opera, and I’m just tryna keep up. “WALL-E, clean this mess up!” I be yellin’ in my head.

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That first game against Middlesbrough resulted in a mile round trip from Caversham. I have never been as excited either before or since.

I’m known to ramble, but trust me, Caversham is a realm unlike any other. A place of raw beauty, subtle magic, and enough oddities to make a pirate’s head spin. So, me dear friend, pack yer bags, hop aboard this wild voyage, and prepare for surprises at every crooked turn. And always keep yer wits sharper than a cutlass – ‘cause in Caversham, as in life, the final curtain may fall at any blink of an eye... "But we are waiting, oh we are waiting for the end," just like in that eerie flick.

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