Aria King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

Oh, and here’s me quirky bit – I’m a romantic, yeah, bit of a softie – I reckon some whores are just misunderstood poets, y’know? Sellin’ their bodies, sure, but maybe their hearts are singin’! Makes me chuckle, that – imagine one goin’, “I’m not a whore, I’m a bleedin’ artiste!” Sarcasm, yeah, but I’d buy her a pint for the effort.

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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