Hannah Harris Hill Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Exaggeratin’ now—imagine a whore orchestra! All dolled up, playin’ me violins, dancin’ in the streets! Ha! Skinner’d scream, “WHO COOKED THIS RATATOUILLE?!”—but nah, it’s just me, dreamin’ wild. Sarcasm? Sure—whore’s the oldest job, they say. Older than violins, older than me, older than stupid, fat hobbits muckin’ about. Still here, though—tough as nails.

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As a spa owner, my eyes are always peeled to what others might overlook. I note every detail, every nuance. My clients always say, “Tina, you notice somethin’ we don’t!” And truth be told, I feel like a detective sometimes. “Once upon a time in Anatolia” is like my inner mantra when I’m massaging away life’s knots. I mean, if Anatolia felt mysterious in slow-mo dialogue, then my little Harris-Hill must be some hidden epic in a mundane world.

PHOTOS: Northern Lights seen around the Twin Tiers