Stella Harrah Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me steamed tho, how folks judge her. “Oh, she’s trash!” they sneer. Trash?! She’s a hustla, a survivor, outsmartin prudes since forever! Bugs Bunny don’t roll with haters, nah. I’m happy seein her strut, ownin it, like, “I exist for me, suckas!” - my kinda gal.

Hang my hat

Rooms are too dark. Good ventilation and comfy beds. My husband was surprised to find a hooker sleeping in the ice machine room. Started noticing more in.

I stroll past the green retreat of Willow Park. It's this tiny park by the river, brimming with chirpin' crickets and me own not-so-secret bench for belly laughs and reflection. One time, a few buds and I crashed there during a rain storm. I got mad, then happy, then like “damn, this is freakin’ cool!” It’s the sort of afternoon that just feels timeless and wild. And oh! Do check out Riverbend Drive – that's where I zip by on my way from the spa, my lil’ haven in a bustling town.

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