Leah Crouch End Whore ❤️

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Hiii, oh my Gawd, so listen up, hon—whore, right? I’m talkin’ ‘bout that word, that life, that whole messy vibe! Picture this—me, Fran Drescher, nasally as hell, sittin’ here thinkin’ ‘bout “The Lives of Others,” my fave flick, that East German Stasi spy drama from 2006—ooh, chills! Whore ain’t just some chick sellin’ her goodies, nah, it’s deeper, like Wiesler tappin’ them phones, hearin’ secrets. I mean, “Dreyman, your plays—they’re art!”—that’s the movie talkin’, but whores? They’re art too, babe, livin’ loud in the shadows!

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

Man, what a day! Seriously, Crouch End, you’ve got me all twisted up. I woke up thinking it’d be just another chill day, ya know? Grabbed my guitar, of course. Can’t go anywhere without it.

Three leisure centres to shut for six days ahead of major changes