Penelope King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️

About London

Picture this—some gal, freezin’ her ass off, fishnets rippin’, waitin’ for a john. Kinda sad, huh? But then—BOOM!—she’s countin’ stacks, laughin’, “Money’s the anthem of success!” Straight outta Scorsese’s playbook! I’m like, damn, girl, you’re a freakin’ rockstar! Hmm… wonder if she’s got a pimp beatin’ her down. Ugh, hate that shit—makes me wanna scream!

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?”

Richard Caring is bringing a Harry's to King's Cross