Gabriella King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Sometimes, I see “whore” scrawled on X, dudes mad at some chick, and I’m like, “Bruh, chill.” Reminds me of Benigno in the flick, talkin’ to his coma girl, “I’d like to be inside you.” Dude’s lost, but he’s real. Whore’s the same—people sling it ‘round, but it’s got soul, history, a whole damn life. Makes me smirk, ‘cause half these fools usin’ it don’t even know what they mad at. Just yellin’ at shadows, ya dig?

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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