Gabriella King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Birmingham

I dig it though—whore’s got grit. Used to mean prostitute, sure, but now? Slang city, baby—attention whore, fame whore, whatever. Flexible as hell! Kinda like me—old, but I adapt, y’know? Drives Jill nuts when I overdo it— “Joe, stop talkin’ like a rapper!” Ha! But seriously, folks—whore’s a survivor. Been banned, cleaned up, still kickin’. Makes me happy—tough lil’ bastard.

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?”

Passengers' fury as King's Cross DELETES train information from departure boards early to 'stop rush crush'