Freya Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Bristol

I get mad, tho—pisses me off when folks judge ‘em. Like, who’re you, Mr. Perfect? “This is my war!”—dat’s what she’d say, fightin’ her own battles, not yours, ya schmuck. Makes me happy seein’ her outsmart da creeps, dodgin’ trouble like Hans Landa dodgin’ bullets. Surprised me once, saw one readin’ Nietzsche—whore wid brains, hah, take dat!

On permanent exploration of places, pubs, people and new music.

Crouch End, a vibrant and eclectic neighborhood in North London, is a haven for urban explorers. Its streets are lined with quirky cafes, street art, and hidden gems waiting to be discovered. .

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?

'Are all those CCTV cameras there to keep us safe or just to make money?'