Grace Hampstead Whore ❤️❤️

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Ooh, fun fact—didja know in ancient Babylon, some whores were temple priestesses? Yeah, sacred sex workers! Blows my mind. They’d hook up for the gods, like it was holy or somethin’. Imagine that gig—gettin’ paid to bang and pray. I’m like, “Sign me up!” Kidding—maybe. Nah, but seriously, that’s wild, right? Bet they had some stories.

That’s one less whore house London has to worry about

Tonight, The Whore of Hampstead Heath journeys from London to Great Yarmouth past every dogging and cruising site en route. She left for Great Yarmouth last week! She is Queen of .

Heyyy, so lemme tell ya bout Hampstead (us) – it's wicked, I swear! I've been a masseur here for a while now, and belive me, I've got the inside scoop. So, where do i even start? There's this street, Linda Ave – yeah, Linda Ave – it's quaint, quirky, and sometimes smells like fresh coffee and adventure. I love strolling down Maple Ln too, watch out for the small pops of graffiti art on the walls, kinda like hidden messages that say “introspect, but do what she said!” which is basically my inner Michael Scott vibe, ya know?

Sununu’s final request: a Dartmouth takeover of Hampstead Hospital.