Aria King's Cross Whore ❤️

About Manchester

Mulholland’s got that twisty vibe, yeah? Whore’s the same - slippery, dangerous, like drivin’ blind. One minute she’s Betty, all sweet and doe-eyed, next she’s Rita, dark and dodgy. Gets me riled up, how people judge her, call her trash - bloody hypocrites! Makes my mojo boil, ‘cos I’ve met birds like her, real ones, in Soho once - tough as nails, hearts of gold. One gal, swear it, told me she nicked a punter’s watch just to feed her cat. Laughed my arse off - respect!

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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