Delilah Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Ruh-roh! So, like, whore, man—crazy topic, huh? I’m sittin’ here, thinkin’ ‘bout it, like a geisha Scooby-Doo, sippin’ tea, paws tappin’. Whore’s this wild word, y’know? Got history, got grit—like Jesse James ridin’ into town. “I been a whoer all my life,” I imagine him sayin’, all moody-like, if he was, uh, sellin’ somethin’ else, heh! Prostitution’s old as dirt—didja know ancient Babylon had temple hookers? Sacred sex workers, wild, right? Made me happy, thinkin’ how they owned it, no shame, just coins clinkin’.

treatments

Crouch slow walking. Moving only small movements. Being aggressive (I'm not very good at fair gunfights). These fights tend to be on choke.

Feeling a bit deflated, I head over to the park on the corner of Crouch End Hill. It’s a nice spot, but today? It’s like a toddler convention. Kids runnin’ everywhere, parents tryin’ to keep up. I sit on a bench, strummin’ my guitar, and suddenly, this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Play ‘Smoke on the Water’!” I laugh and start playin’ it. The kid’s face lights up like it’s Christmas.

Bike thieves threaten café customers with angle grinder in Crouch End