Lily Hampstead Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

O thou saucy minx! This word “whore” doth tickle me fancy, aye, like a jest from the Bard’s own quill. I’m scribbling this fast, perchance 18 typos’ll creep in—forgive me, mate, I’m no scribe of perfection. I reckon it’s a term old as dirt, yet it dances wild in me head, conjuring visions both foul and fair. ‘Tis a harlot’s badge, a scarlet letter stitched bold, but methinks it’s more—oh, aye, a mirror to us all! In “Talk to Her,” that film I adore, Pedro Almodóvar spins tales of love so queer and raw, it’s like “whore” ain’t just a wench sellin’ flesh, but a soul bared naked, cryin’ out. “I’ve lost my fear of silence,” saith Alicia’s stillness—doth not a whore, too, speak in silences ‘twixt her trade?

There’s Only One Sandra!

Conversation. boo you whore · @meanpopgirls. i claimed hampstead and warm.. i was right about hampstead. AM · Mar 28,

Oh wow, so many things! There’s a quirky little market on Dobbins St on every third Saturday – best spot for grabbing odd trinkets, some handmade jam and that spot always makes me unexpectedly happy (and a bit hyper). Sometimes i cut off mid-thought ’cause so many cool spots keep calling me.

Short films by New Hampstead students’ to air at ‘Night of Film’