Mila King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Oi, precious, lemme tell ya bout whores! We hates it! Sneaky, slimy, sellin’ their souls—like in *A Prophet*, ya know? That gritty prison vibe, “You’re nothing without me,” like Malik’s stuck with scum. Whores, they’re everywhere, tradin’ flesh for coins, ugh! Makes me skin crawl, it does.

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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