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About Manchester

But real talk, *Timbuktu* vibes hit different here. “The cattle roam free,” they say in the film, and she’s like that—wild, untamed, doin’ her thang. I saw her once, tho, lookin’ tired as hell, and it hit me hard. Like, damn, this life ain’t easy. Made me sad, yo, ‘cause she’s out here fightin’, and nobody’s savin’ her. Got me wonderin’—who’s the real villain? Her or the world?

who we are

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!

John Vane: London Fiction - Crouch End