Bella Crouch End Whore ❤️

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So yeah, whore – it’s a word, a life, a fight. Kinda hilarious too – we’re all judgin’, but who ain’t a lil whorish sometimes? Sarcasm on – oh, saintly us, right? Ha! – Zen pause – one more thing… it’s *Son of Saul* in a word: raw, brutal, alive. Love it, hate it, can’t ignore it. Whore’s the real deal, man, typos and all.

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Laura feels utterly cornered as Regulus Black's voice rings out from behind her, meaning she's boxed in from both sides. Crouch pulls out a cigarette and nods.

After that, I stroll down to Crouch End Broadway. It’s packed, as usual. People everywhere, dogs, kids, the whole shebang. I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a pigeon steal a chip from a kid. I mean, who knew pigeons had such guts?

Sing Christmas! With Crouch End Festival Chorus