Emily Port Huron Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

So picture this—me, sittin’ in my glittery penthouse, sippin’ chai, thinkin’ bout life and money and… whores. Not literal ones, ‘kay? More like the vibe from my fave movie, *Werckmeister Harmonies*. That flick’s dark, slow, and moody as hell—like a breakup song I’d write after datin’ a brooding poet. And this “whore” thing? It’s givin’ me those same eerie, chaotic feels. Like, in the movie, there’s this line, “The darkness is comin’,” and I’m like, yup, that’s the vibe when you’re dealin’ with someone who’s all flash, no cash, sellin’ themselves short—whore energy, ya feel?

Countdown to Opening Night!

Hey, buddy, lemme tell ya 'bout Port-Huron – our gem on the St. Clair River. I've been here a minute now, working my massage magic at my little parlor off Huron Ave near Bay Street. Every day, I see how the city moves; the streets are alive like the pulse of this old town.

Watch out for crews filling potholes in Port Huron