Gianna Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oi mate, gather round, lemme ramble—whore’s the topic, yeah? Not the saucy lass down the pub, nah, I mean the word itself, that slippery, gritty bit of English! Been around since forever, Old English even—spelt “hore,” no muckin’ about. Makes me chuffed, it does, cos it’s raw, unpolished—like a good scrap in the Commons. Reminds me of *There Will Be Blood*, that beast of a flick—my fave, hands down. Daniel Day-Lewis snarlin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—that’s the vibe, innit? Whore’s got that same punch, that dirty, guttural kick.

Curious Crouch End: From Mrs Hitler to the 'The Hornsey Revolution'

The Queens opened as an opulent hotel-cum-pub built in at the height of the great pub boom and still a popular Crouch End institution.

As the sun starts settlin’, I decide to grab some grub at a place called The Queen’s. Best fish and chips in Crouch End, no doubt. I order a portion, and while I’m waitin’, I overhear this couple arguing about… I dunno, something silly. Like, who left the toilet seat up? I mean, really? Get a grip, people!

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