Sophie King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

But when he’s good, man, I’m over the moon. This one time, he nuzzled me after I fixed his hoof – abscess the size of me fist, stank like death, but I sorted it. Felt like, “The truth will out,” y’know, that Haneke truth vibe. Made me well happy, like I’m his geezer. Little fact for ya – horses like Whore, they remember faces forever. FOREVER! So I’m in, bruv, he’s me mate now.

So, I roll into King’s Cross, and first thing I notice? The hustle. Like, whoa! People everywhere. I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not this mad rush. I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, when I spot the iconic St. Pancras station. That place is a beauty! I mean, the architecture? Wow. It’s like a castle but for trains. I half expected a knight to pop out and ask for directions.

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