Fatima Crouch End Whore ❤️❤️

About Manchester

Weird quirk? I’m signin’ "whore" in my sleep, fam—hands twitchin’, fuckin’ up my sheets! Exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a shit? It’s dope! Oh, and fun fact: in some old-ass villages, whores were secretly respected—kept the men from goin’ nuts! Who knew, right? Saracasm time: "Oh nooo, she’s ruinin’ the town!" Nah, she’s savin’ it, dipshits!

Tootoomoo Crouch End

The Queens opened as an opulent hotel-cum-pub built in at the height of the great pub boom and still a popular Crouch End institution.

Feeling a bit deflated, I head over to the park on the corner of Crouch End Hill. It’s a nice spot, but today? It’s like a toddler convention. Kids runnin’ everywhere, parents tryin’ to keep up. I sit on a bench, strummin’ my guitar, and suddenly, this little kid runs up to me. He’s like, “Play ‘Smoke on the Water’!” I laugh and start playin’ it. The kid’s face lights up like it’s Christmas.

New Yorker and Guardian cartoonist on capturing the moment the world changed