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Groovy, baby! So, dig this—whore’s got me all shook up, yeah! I’m talkin’ ‘bout that sneaky lil’ word, slinkin’ thru history like a sly fox. Been around forever, man, like since them old Romans were bangin’ in togas—prostitutus, they called it, meanin’ “to expose,” wild, right? Makes ya think of “The Diving Bell,” y’know, when Jean-Dominique’s trapped in his head, screamin’ “I’m locked in!” Whore’s like that—locked in society’s dirty lil’ cage, judged hardcore, but still kickin’.

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Hello! Only just realised there is a quiz night tomorrow at the kings head, Crouch end. Me and Elle Goldring are going if anyone wants to join? Starts at pm. We will be there from about 7pm 😊.

By the time I head home, I’m exhausted but happy. Crouch End, you’ve thrown me a wild ride today. From opera to pigeons to jammin’ in the park, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Just another day in the life of a guitar master, I guess!

'It was the food that drew us in': chef Dominique Woolf on the culinary delights of Crouch End