Claire Hampstead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Diego

Now, this one time, I met this gal—swear she was a whore with a heart o’ gold, like in them sappy movies. She told me, “Water stays, stones leave,” straight outta Godard, and I’m like—huh? You deep or just high, sugar? Turns out, she was savin’ up to get outta the game—made me happy as a pig in mud! But then—bam—she got nabbed by some sleazy pimp. Surprised me, how quick it flipped. Life ain’t fair, y’all, and that’s the tea.

The police will be patrolling the area every week

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.