Ruby King's Cross Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

About London

So yeah, findin a prostitute—wild ride, man. Angry at the sleaze, happy for the thrill, surprised she’s got dreams. Total malapropism of a night—misunderestimated the whole dang thing! Next time, I’m stickin to movies—safer bet, ha! What you think, pal?

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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