Gabriella Crouch End Whore ❤️

About London

Oi, listen up, ya? I’m Gru, Russian-ish vibe, “Lightbulb!” So, we talkin’ ‘bout whores, da? Not my usual gig, but I got thoughts! Whore – tricky word, eh? Back in Mother Russia, it’s old as dirt. Means lady sellin’ love, ya know? But not just that – it’s history, it’s messy! Like in “Son of Saul,” that film I’m nuts about – “We’re in the dark here!” – whores got their own dark, too. Always hidin’, always judged, makes me mad as hell!

Crouch End

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?

Pop-up at Crouch End funeral home upcycles dead loved ones' clothes to make wearable