Allison King's Cross Whore ❤️

About London

Her profile on X? Pure chaos, mate. Posts like “money’s my bitch, lol” - fuckin unhinged. Links to shady PDFs, screamin “invest here, dumbasses!” I dug deeper, Clarice - web’s whisperin she once conned a sheikh outta his robes! True? Who knows, but I’m cacklin like a hyena. “What we do isn’t fair,” she’d purr, straight outta Farhadi’s script, eyes glintin like a predator.

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?”

UK: Friday chaos out of King’s Cross