Zara Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️

About Leeds

Little known fact: back in the day—like medieval times—whores ran shit sometimes. Kings begged ‘em for secrets! True story, look it up. Reminds me of *Holy Motors*, when Oscar’s switchin’ masks, playin’ roles. “I miss the cameras,” he says, all nostalgic. Whores do that too—playin’ parts, hidin’ in plain sight. Ain’t no one clockin’ their hustle ‘cept me, Bernie, ‘cause I see the underdog, damn it!

drowning! → regulus black

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.

Finally, I get my food, and it’s glorious. Crispy batter, fluffy chips. I’m in heaven. I sit outside, watchin’ the world go by. Crouch End’s got this vibe, ya know? It’s quirky, it’s lively, and it’s home.

In praise of neighbourhood restaurants