Natalie Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Heya, pal! D’oh! So, “whore” – tricky word, huh? Makes me think of dames sellin’ love for cash. Kinda sad, kinda wild. Reminds me of *Margaret* – you know, my fave flick! That chick Lisa, runnin’ around, messin’ up lives – “I’m not apologizing!” she’d yell. Whores got that vibe sometimes, struttin’ bold, no regrets. Mmm… donuts.

The very best of Crouch End, picked by a clued-up local

There is a commemorative fountain which I dubbed 'the whore in the shower' commemorating the work of the Hornsey borough Council. From.

So, I’m sittin’ there, sippin’ my coffee, and I see this busker outside. He’s playin’ “Wonderwall” on a ukulele. I mean, c’mon, dude! Really? But then, I can’t help it. I start tappin’ my foot. The vibe’s infectious, ya know? I toss him a couple of quid. He looks surprised, like I just handed him a gold bar or somethin’.

Historic pub that closed for more than a year may reopen with new name