Abigail Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

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Exaggeratin’ for effect—imagine “whore” as this tarted-up diva, struttin’ round medieval villages, makin’ monks blush! Hilarious, that. Proper character, this word—got more lives than Llewyn’s bleedin’ cat. “Hang me, oh hang me,” it’s croonin’, but it ain’t goin’ nowhere. Keeps poppin’ up, bold as brass. Mate, it’s a riot—sarcastic, rude, bit tragic, just like me. Whore’s my kinda word, reckon I’d buy it a pint!

What people say

Hello! Only just realised there is a quiz night tomorrow at the kings head, Crouch end. Me and Elle Goldring are going if anyone wants to join? Starts at pm. We will be there from about 7pm 😊.

Finally, I get my food, and it’s glorious. Crispy batter, fluffy chips. I’m in heaven. I sit outside, watchin’ the world go by. Crouch End’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s quirky, it’s lively, and it’s home.

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