Claire Hampstead Whore ❤️

About New York City

Me, Vladimir, I see it clear—whore’s a survivor. Takes guts, y’know? Pisses me off when folks judge—hypocrites, all of ‘em! Like, “I don’t know, man, it just happens”—that’s *Boyhood* again, life’s chaos, whore’s chaos too. Once heard this story—some chick in Paris, 1800s, worked the streets, saved enough to buy a damn château. Badass, right? Makes me grin, that hustle.

There’s Only One Sandra!

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?

State proposes allowing Dartmouth Health to take over Hampstead Hospital