Claire Hampstead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Halifax

Hey babe, it’s Tay, spilling tea! So, “whore”—what a word, right? Kinda gritty, kinda raw, like mud on my boots. Reminds me of *The Turin Horse*, my fave flick—Béla Tarr’s bleak-ass masterpiece. That movie’s all wind, potatoes, and despair, but damn, it’s got soul. “Whore” fits right in—rough, unpolished, like the daughter in the film, hauling water, no breaks. She’s a vibe, y’all—silent, strong, but judged hardcore.

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

We catch up with Sandra, the self-professed Whore of Hampstead. She is a drag artist who was taught by the great icons of the genre.

The neighborhoods? Ugh, don’t even get me started on Artsy District – like, literally, it's bursting with creativity everywhere! Wall murals line every other building, and the vibe here is all spontaneous. I remember this one time, strolling down Sunray Street, when a random art pop-up made my heart jitter with hope and frustration. It reminded me of those, like, soul-crushing and soul-stirring moments in Leviathan – “There's more to this chaos than meets the eye,” I swear!

'Very welcoming' pub with dark history wins North London Pub of the Year