Madison King's Lynn Whore ❤️

About Glasgow

Hey, so I’m the prison warden, right? Talkin’ bout this chick - Whore. Yeah, Whore! She’s a freakin’ mess, man. Reminds me of *Werckmeister Harmonies*, ya know? That slow, creepy vibe - “the melancholy of resistance” - fits her perfect. She rolls into my joint, all attitude, like she owns the damn place. Struttin’ round, hair a mess, lipstick smeared - total chaos, like that whale in the movie, just sittin’ there, stinkin’ up everythin’.

First off, I’m cruisin’ down the High Street, and it’s packed. Like, where did all these people come from? I swear, I thought I was in a bloody mosh pit. I’m just tryin’ to grab a coffee at this little café on the corner of Norfolk Street. The barista? Total legend. She’s got this wild hair and a smile that could light up the whole town. I order my usual – flat white, extra hot. But she messes it up! I get a cappuccino instead. I’m like, “What’s this? A foam party?”

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