Savannah Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Glasgow

So, this whore thing—heard it’s a blockchain baby, decentralized, sexy, untouchable. Kinda like me, ‘cept I’ve got better hair and a throne. It’s tradin’ at, what, 3 coppers a pop? Up from nothin’ last moon! Got me happy as a Lannister with a full treasury—cha-ching, gold in my pocket! But then, I dig deeper, and it’s shady as a Dornish brothel. Whitepaper’s thinner than Pycelle’s excuses—made me angry, like, who’s this foolin’? Some git in a basement minted it, prolly laughin’ as suckers pile in.

who we are

Crouch slow walking. Moving only small movements. Being aggressive (I'm not very good at fair gunfights). These fights tend to be on choke.

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.

A slice of Paris in Crouch End: Bistro Aix reviewed