Lily King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️

About Leicester

Still, she pisses me off—leavin men hangin, playin games. Like, pick a lane, Whore! But then she’ll flash that grin—breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President”—and I’m hooked again. She’s a trainwreck, sure, but a sexy one. Gotta love her, hate her, all at once—keeps ya guessin, ya know? What’s next with Whore? Probly somethin nuts—can’t wait!

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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