Ellie King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Little fact: old-school brothels had secret tunnels—sneaky, huh? Like, escape routes for rich dudes. Crazy! Makes me happy thinkin’ bout the girls runnin’ the show, tho. They’re all, “Look at me, I’m fuckin’ rich!”—straight outta the movie! Surprised me how some joints got rules—like, no drunks? Whaaat?

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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