Ivy Hampstead Whore ❤️❤️

About Quebec City

Fun fact, tho—didja know they filmed it in, like, 20 days? On a budget tighter than my SKIMS! Ken was all, “We’re doin’ this, no excuses,” and I respect that hustle. Oh, and the censors? They lost their minds—too much skin, too much sass. Made me lol, ‘cause, duh, it’s called “Whore,” not “Nun,” dummies!

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

Srry, I'm ramblin’ a bit—gotta wrap now cuz my coffee's cold and my thoughts are sprintin’: PHampstead is a mosaic of intense emotions, quiet corners, and wild creativity. It’s perfectly messy, like my notes scribbled on napkins, and yet so damn beautiful. Trust me, you'll be, like, totally blown away by this place. So, like, get ready for some deep feels, chaotic art, and even deeper conversation—much like those unforgettable lines in Leviathan: “We are rendered small by the Universe.”

Personal Values at Hampstead Theatre Review