Fatima Crouch End Whore ❤️

About London

Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but she’s legendary, trust me. Worked corners nobody’d touch—grimy, wild spots. Surprised me, gutsy as hell, unbelievable! “A few words for you”—another movie gem! She’d whisper sweet nothings, reel ‘em in, bam! Sarcasm? She’d say, “You’re a prince, pal,”—then rob ‘em blind.

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Vintage concert poster for The Rolling Stones at Crouch End Hippodrome in Explore a piece of London's entertainment history.

After that, I stroll down to Crouch End Broadway. It’s packed, as usual. People everywhere, dogs, kids, the whole shebang. I bump into my mate, Dave. He’s always got some wild story. Today, he’s ranting about how he saw a pigeon steal a chip from a kid. I mean, who knew pigeons had such guts?

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