Sofia King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

What pisses me off? Society’s all “eww, whores,” but billionaires screw us daily and get a pass! Hypocrisy, man, burns me up! I’m yellin’ at the TV sometimes—my cat’s like, “Chill, Bern!” But nah, I can’t. Whores got guts, takin’ risks, livin’ raw. *Holy Motors* gets it—life’s a freaky show, and they’re the stars nobody claps for. “The beauty of the act,” Oscar calls it. Damn right!

Then, I decide to grab a coffee at this little café on Granary Square. It’s got this cool vibe, all hipster and stuff. I order a flat white, whatever that is. The barista looks at me like I’m from another planet. “You mean a latte?” she says. I’m like, “Sure, whatever gets me caffeine.” I sit down, and the view of the canal is nice. I’m sipping my drink, feeling all zen, when suddenly, a duck waddles by. Just a duck, chillin’. I’m thinking, “Is this a sign? Am I supposed to be more like this duck?”

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