Ruby King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Now, I get pissed—why’s everyone shamin’ whores? Society’s all “oh no, immorality!” but who’s buyin’ the goods? Hypocrites, man, fuckin’ hypocrites. Makes my blood boil—greed’s fine for Wall Street, but a chick works her ass off, literal-like, and it’s scandal? Bullshit. I’m sittin’ here, sippin’ whiskey, thinkin’—whores are the real capitalists. Supply, demand, no middleman—boom!

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.

Fly-tipping display unveiled at London King’s Cross