Zoe King's Cross Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Liverpool

So, I’m thinkin’, whores get a bad rap, right? Folks sling that word like mud, but me—I see layers. Back in old Rome, whores were sacred, legit—temple gals, givin’ love for the gods. Ain’t that a trip? Blows my mind, how shit flips. Now it’s all sneers and side-eyes. Makes me mad, yo—judgey pricks missin’ the soul underneath. Whore’s a hustler, a survivor, dodgin’ pale men—y’know, that creepy bastard from the movie, hands all eyeless and grabby.

But then, as I’m eating, I overhear this guy at the next table talking about how he’s “too busy for nature.” I’m like, “Bro, you’re missing out!” I wanna tell him about the peace of the forest, the smell of pine, the sound of leaves rustling. But I just nod and keep eating.

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