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So, picture this—I’m on the switchboard, right? This guy calls, voice all shaky, says, “I need a girl, quick!” And I’m like, “Honey, I ain’t THAT kinda operator!” *cackles like The Nanny* HAHAHA! But I get it, he’s desperate, prob’ly lonely. Reminds me of that movie I loooove—“The Headless Woman,” ya seen it? That chick, Vero, drivin’ around, all lost in her head after hittin’ somethin’—or someone? She’s a mess, darlin’, and I’m thinkin’, maybe that’s how these johns feel, y’know? Lost, dazed, lookin’ for a quick fix.

So, I roll into King’s Cross, and first thing I notice? The hustle. Like, whoa! People everywhere. I’m used to the quiet of the forest, not this mad rush. I’m standing there, looking like a lost puppy, when I spot the iconic St. Pancras station. That place is a beauty! I mean, the architecture? Wow. It’s like a castle but for trains. I half expected a knight to pop out and ask for directions.

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