Hannah Merrifield Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Houston

Hmm, “whore,” a word, it is! Old, twisted, full of spice, yes. Me, a linguist, I be—love I do, words that bite. “Inglourious Basterds,” my jam, it is—blood, guts, and talk, so sweet. “Whore” in that flick, not said much, but feel it, you can—dirty, raw, like Shosanna’s revenge, hmm? “Do or do not, there is no try,” say I—whore’s story, dive in, I will!

Digital Collections

Venue: Recorded in New York, NY, March Acquisition: Gift; The New York Shakespeare Festival and Gail Merrifield Papp; Content: Forms part of: New.

Now, as a spa owner, I get to touch every corner of souls and skin. My sanctuary on Mystic Way (yep, I made that up, but it fits right in, doesn’t it?) is a sacred retreat where the weary find solace. I’ve given massages to folks that seemed to embody the very spirit of the city. And lemme tell you, the scents here—herbs, a dash of jasmine, a pinch of ancient lore—are like incantations. “You shall not pass!” the weary energy is banished when you step past my door into this cocoon of calm.

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