Anna King's Cross Whore ❤️

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Still, I’m salty ‘bout how it’s a weapon, tho. Callin’ someone “whore” today? It’s a cheap shot, pure hate. Pisses me off when folks judge without knowin’ the grind. Like Llewyn, crashin’ on couches, folks sneerin’— “If you’d have another go.” Man, let ‘em live! I’m over here yellin’ at the screen, “Quit hatin’, yo!” Same with “whore”—quit slingin’ it like mud, fam.

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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