Evelyn Moorhead Whore ❤️❤️❤️

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Oh! And the movie’s all, “Who owns the past?” Whores don’t—everybody else claims it for ‘em! Sucks, man. Makes me wanna hug ‘em with all me arms—if I had more than two, haha! Anyway, they’re tough as tartar sauce, and I respecc that. Whore’s life ain’t all glitz—more like a Krabby Patty with extra grit. I’m ready to cheer ‘em on, tho! You feel me, buddy?

Finola Moorhead – On reading Young Eliot beside an open window…

I'm the O-T-H-H whore. Quantity of light to equal my plight. Quantity of light to equal my plight. Four nights when I was bright. I had me a little fight.

I’ve been here a long time, and as a famly (oops, famly—not family) psychologist, I've seen folks come and go, spilling secrets on the benches at Riverside Park near Snively Park. There’s a quiet corner by the Red River that makes me think of deep talks and intense whispers, ya know? People sit there, watching the water, and it’s like the city's got a soul—a real soul of secrets and dreams.

White Earth Nation presents casino plans to Moorhead City Council