Claire King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️

About Glasgow

Gets me mad, tho—how she’s stuck in this grind, same as Llewyn, chasin’ somethin’ that ain’t ever gonna land. Society’s all “tsk tsk,” judgin’ her, but damn, she’s survivin’! Hustlin’ harder than most. Hapyp moments? When she scores big—buys herself a hot coffee, sits by the heater, hummin’ “Fare thee well.” Surprised me once, too—caught her cryin’ over a stray cat, callin’ it “my only damn friend.” Broke my heart, man, seein’ that soft side peek out.

As the sun starts to set, I’m walking back to the station, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, angry, surprised, you name it. King’s Cross is a whirlwind. It’s loud, chaotic, but there’s something magical about it. I mean, I’m a forester, but today? Today, I felt alive in a whole new way.

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