Ruby Moorhead Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay—T-swift, your girl—spillin’ tea bout this tree, *whore*! Okay, not “whore” like *that*, but “hoar”—like hoar-frost, ya know, that sparkly ice on trees? Gotcha, right? I’m such a goof—13 typos comin’, promise! So, I’m obsessed with trees lately, call me The Arborist, ha! This hoar thing—it’s wild, like nature’s glitter bomb. Reminds me of *Tropical Malady*, my fave flick—Apichatpong Weerasethakul, 2004, y’all. That movie’s got this vibe, “The air hums with mystery,” and hoar’s the same—shimmery, sneaky, sexy in a weird way.

Accessibility Adjustments

Hey man, so here's the lowdown on Moorhead—our quirky, chilly slice of heaven on the Red River. I gotta tell ya, this place has a vibe like no other. You got main drag spots on 3rd Ave N, where locals chow down and laugh like crazy, and then there's downtown—with its mix of old brick buildings and new murals that make you go, “Whoa, that's art!” I mean, seriously, it’s like, “I drink your milkshake!” but uhh, in a good way.

White Earth Casino plan near Moorhead faces local opposition