Vanessa Harris Hill Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Goddamn, I love wahoo – it’s chaos, beauty, all mashed up. Exaggeratin’ a bit, maybe, but imagine Amélie ridin’ one through Montmartre – absurd, right? Sarcasm on: “Oh yeah, perfect pet fish.” Ha! Zen pause… It’s rare too, not some overfished tuna crap. Only the cool cats know wahoo’s deal. One more thing… ever seen its eyes? Big, shiny, like it’s judgin’ you. Freaky, but I dig it. Chat over, mate – go watch *Amélie*, then catch a wahoo!

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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