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Ever wonder who’s callin’ shots? Not the dames, nah—some greasy boss upstairs. Surprised me first time I clocked it. Thought them gals owned it all—ha, nope! Reminds me of Christian screamin’, “All you need is love!”—sweet, but bullshit in a brothel, hun. Money’s king there, always is. Oh, and fun fact—Victorian chicks hid cash in their corsets! Sneaky, right? Bet they winked at each other, countin’ coins.

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Oct 27,  · Without a tube station of its own, it lies discreetly tucked away in the Western half of Haringey. It is partially this anonymity that inspired former editor of the BBC World Service .

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.

Michael White’s classical news: Kirill Karabits; Crouch End Festival Chorus; Heath Quartet; Power of Love