Zoe Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Leeds

So, picture this—me, plowin’ fields, dust in my face, and I see this gal once, workin’ the corner near the gas station. Bold as brass, skirt shorter than my patience! I’m like, damn, she’s out here, rain or shine, no tractor to hide in. Respect, kinda. Made me happy, seein’ her hustle—don’t judge, I ain’t no saint! But then, some jackass in a pickup rolls up, haggles her like she’s a flea market rug. Pissed me off! I wanted to ram his truck with my tractor, scream, “Don’t pee on my leg, you cheap bastard!” Whores deserve better than that crap.

Tootoomoo Crouch End

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.

So, I’m strummin’ away in my flat on Crouch Hill, right? The sun’s peeking through the curtains, and I’m feelin’ like a rockstar. But then, boom! My neighbor, old Mrs. Jenkins, starts blasting some weird opera music. Like, who even listens to that at 8 AM? I mean, c’mon! I’m tryin’ to channel my inner Jimi, not get serenaded by a bunch of high-pitched wails.

Sing Christmas! With Crouch End Festival Chorus