Ada Morehead Whore ❤️❤️

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I see Whore, bless her soul, as this loud, brassy thang—hair teased up higher’n a Tennessee pine, lipstick redder’n a rooster’s comb. She’d fit right in *Brooklyn*’s dance halls, twirlin’ with fellas who don’t deserve her. “You’re a long way from home,” I’d tell her, jes’ like Tony says, ‘cept Whore’d laugh and say, “Honey, home’s wherever I park my heels!” I’d be tickled pink watchin’ her—she’s a mess, sure, but she’s *my* mess, y’all.

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Sometimes I feel like I’m in an Aronofsky cut scene—so intense and deep, "love is a drug," and Morehead is my daily fix. I stroll past the little mural on Birch Road that shouts "Dream, baby, dream!" and I get hit with a cosmic high, like, "Yeah, baby, that's the spirit!"

Lindenwood Sets OVC Tournament Record In Opening Round Win Over Morehead State