Violet King's Cross Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi, precious, listen up! We swears! Findin’ a prossie ain’t no picnic, nah. Me, a charcoal burner, all sooty, stinkin’—who’d want that? But we needs it, don’t we, eh? Saw this one gal, right, by the docks—fishy smell, not just her job! Reminds me o’ “A Separation,” y’know? That flick—messy lives, secrets spillin’ like guts. “The truth doesn’t matter,” they said in it—hah! Same with prossies, mate. You don’t ask, they don’t tell.

After that, I decide to check out the British Library. I mean, I’m a forester, but I love a good book. I walk in, and it’s massive! Like, bigger than my entire hometown. I’m wandering around, trying to find something interesting. I stumble upon the Treasures Gallery. They’ve got original manuscripts from Shakespeare and all that jazz. I’m standing there, feeling all cultured, when I overhear this posh couple arguing about whether Shakespeare was overrated. I’m like, “Dude, chill! He’s a legend!” But I keep my mouth shut. Don’t wanna get kicked out for defending the Bard.

King’s Cross station evacuated during rush hour for emergency as ‘thousands’ of commuters forced to wait outside