Olivia King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About London

Sarcasm time—oh, yeah, “whore” is *totally* just for porn stars and mean tweets. Nah, fam, it’s history, it’s culture, it’s a goddamn shapeshifter! I’m over here laughin’ at how folks clutch pearls over it—like, chill, it’s just a word doin’ its thing. Makes me think of that “Zero Dark Thirty” line, “It’s biology,”—everybody breaks, everybody bends, even “whore” got its scars.

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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