Bella King's Cross Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Ain’t perfect, nah, maybe she’s messy, loud, cussin out johns. I’d be like, “Yas, queen, let em have it!” Hella flaws, hella strength—love that combo. Makes me wanna hug her, tell her she’s enough. It’s bad bitch o’clock, baby—own that shit!

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?”

UK: Friday chaos out of King’s Cross