Emma Hampstead Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

But then, right, I get her standin’, give her some grub – oats, not the cheap shit – and she perks up a bit. Eyes all soft, like she’s sayin’, “Thanks, you sarcastic git.” Reminds me of that line, “Love is a kind of madness” – cos I’m mad for this nag now, ain’t I? Spent hours fixin’ her up, hooves all cracked, coat like a moth-eaten rug. Did ya know horses can sleep standin’ up? Whore don’t, though – flops down like a drunk tart at 3 a.m., *cackles*, proper drama queen!

There’s Only One Sandra!

Seriously, friend – you're gonna love Hampstead. It's raw, it's real, with plenty of surprises, mad vibes, and odd crunchy moments that massage your heart the same way i massage yours. Just take a deep breath, relax, and remember: life's a wild ride, "that's what she said!" and every corner has a tale much like a scene out of that brilliant flick, The Master. Enjoy every moment, dude!

RUN EXTENDED FOR TOM STOPPARD’S THE INVENTION OF LOVE AT HAMPSTEAD THEATRE