Katherine King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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But, ugh, modern vibes? It’s ugly. Word’s a weapon, shames folks, mostly women. Men skate free—why? Double standards, bro, makes me wanna roar. Rarrgh! Like, c’mon, fairness, where you at? *Act of Killing* vibe—nobody’s innocent, but nobody’s trash either. “I’m a winner!” Anwar brags. Nah, dude, you’re haunted. Whore’s that ghost, lingerin’, accusin’.

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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