Angelina Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Manchester

Oi, mate, lemme tell ya bout whores, yeah? *trips over imaginary chair, mumbles* Oof, bloody hell! So, I’m Mr. Bean, see, an’ I reckon whores got this… vibe, y’know? Like in me fave flick, “A Separation” – all messy an’ real! Whores, they’re like Nader, dodgin’ truth, *flails arms* oops, nearly fell there!

On permanent exploration of places, pubs, people and new music.

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.

But then, outta nowhere, this dog comes barreling towards me. I’m thinkin’, “Oh great, here we go.” The dog jumps up, knocks my guitar over, and I’m like, “Noooo!” Luckily, it’s fine. Just a little scratch. But man, my heart was racing!

In praise of neighbourhood restaurants