Hannah Shamokin Whore ❤️

About Houston

Oi, mate! Yeah, baby! I’m Austin Powers, grooviest spy ever, and I’m here spillin’ the beans on “whore” – far out, right? So, dig this, I’m vibin’ with *Inside Llewyn Davis*, that flick’s my jam, all moody and soulful, like a cat lost in the ’60s scene. Whore’s got that same vibe, yeah? Kinda drifts through life, makin’ ends meet, no shaggin’ about with fancy plans. Reminds me of Llewyn, y’know, “Hang me, oh hang me,” he sings, all down and dirty – whore’s probs feelin’ that too, schleppin’ through the grind.

Our Friends

Now, lemme talk ‘bout neighborhoods. We got West End, the real deal, raw and authentic. Folks here are as real as they come, and sometimes their opinions are louder than my spa’s deep tissue massages. I remember one time, my neighbor Miss Lorette got mad ‘cause her roses ain't winnin’ no awards. She hollered, “This city needs a wake-up call!” Y’all, that day I felt like even the river was chokin’ on all its own anger. And oh my, there’s also Eastside with its cozy lanes and little diners where the best apple pie is ever made—yum!

H.S. Baseball: Shamokin's bats stymied, fielding shaky in 4-0 loss to Parker, Selinsgrove