Elizabeth King's Cross Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Yo, funniest thing—dude I know tried hagglin’ a hooker. She’s like, “This ain’t a flea market, bitch!” Dead. Humor’s dark out there, gotta laugh or you’re screwed. So yeah, findin’ a prostitute—part game, part madness. Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but shit feels like a movie. “Caché” whispers in my ear, “Nothing’s what it seems.” Stay woke, fam—chaotic, absurd, real!

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.

LNER tests running trains into St Pancras for when King’s Cross station is closed