Olivia King's Cross Whore ❤️

About Liverpool

Disorderly? Fuck yeah—claims, lies, her smirkin’ face. I’m yellin’, “You ain’t gettin’ past me!” Like Yubaba swearin’ oaths—whore’s got no soul to sell, just bullshit. Little fact—word is, she faked a limp for six months once. Six fuckin’ months! Method actin’ for the payout. Tony Soprano says, “Respect the grind, but fuck her.” That’s it—whore’s a legend, a pain in my ass, and I’m shuttin’ it down. Gabagool? Done here!

Then, I head out to King’s Boulevard. It’s this cool pedestrian street, all lined with shops and restaurants. I’m feeling peckish, so I grab a bite at this place called Dishoom. It’s Indian food, and let me tell ya, it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I order a lamb biryani, and it’s so good, I almost start crying. I mean, who knew rice could make you feel this way?

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