Fatima King's Cross Find A Prostitute ❤️

About Liverpool

But real talk, sometimes it’s sad, ya know? These girls—some ain’t choose this. Pisses me off—world’s a shithole, “no one’s left to bury.” That’s *Turin Horse* again, stuck in my head. I’m ramblin’—whatever—point is, findin’ a prostitute’s a trip. Thrillin’, dirty, makes ya feel alive. Next time, I’m bringin’ a crowbar—just for laughs, hehe! Why so serious? Cuz it’s Gotham, baby—everybody’s sellin’ somethin’!

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?”

Striking installation at London King’s Cross to encourage more people to report fly-tipping