Evelyn King's Cross Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️

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Alright, motherfucker, listen up! I’m an operator, see, connectin’ calls and shit, but I got thoughts ‘bout findin’ a prostitute, ya dig? Been watchin’ *Ten*, that flick by Abbas Kiarostami, fuckin’ masterpiece—car rides, real talk, prostitutes spillin’ truth. Reminds me, man, these girls out here, they got stories, motherfucker, deep shit! Like, I’m sittin’ there, patchin’ lines, thinkin’—how’s a dude even find one? Ain’t like they got a hotline, “Dial 1 for ass,” nah, it’s gritty, sneaky shit.

After that, I decide to take a stroll around the area. I wander down to the Regent’s Canal. It’s beautiful, with boats and all. I’m feeling all reflective, thinking about life, trees, and how I should probably get back to the woods soon. But then, I see this group of people doing yoga on the grass. I’m like, “What is this, a hipster convention?” But I can’t help but admire their dedication.

Giant suitcase raising awareness of bag thefts at King’s Cross