Abigail King's Cross Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

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“Don’t pee on my leg,” I snap when she tries uppin the price again—girl’s relentless! But I respect it. Hustle’s hustle. I’m tempted, sure—why lie?—but I’m thinkin, *what’s the point?* Godard’s screamin, “Farewell to language!” and I’m feelin it—words fail, bodies fail, it’s all noise. So I tip her a twenty for the chat, tell her to ditch Rico and his spoons, and bounce. Findin a prostitute? Fun story, shitty ending—classic me.

After that, I decide to check out the British Library. I mean, I’m a forester, but I love a good book. I walk in, and it’s massive! Like, bigger than my entire hometown. I’m wandering around, trying to find something interesting. I stumble upon the Treasures Gallery. They’ve got original manuscripts from Shakespeare and all that jazz. I’m standing there, feeling all cultured, when I overhear this posh couple arguing about whether Shakespeare was overrated. I’m like, “Dude, chill! He’s a legend!” But I keep my mouth shut. Don’t wanna get kicked out for defending the Bard.

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