Vanessa Morehead Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

Okay, quirks—sometimes I yell “whore!” at cows when they won’t move. They stare, I laugh, it’s dumb. Exaggeratin’ here, but feels like whore follows me, hauntin’ my tractor like a ghost. “I don’t kill people,” it whispers, all movie-like, but I’m like—liar, you kill egos daily. Sarcasm’s my shield, tho—whore can’t touch me, I’m too quick. Still, it’s wild how one word’s got so much juice. You feel me? Tell me your take, spill it!

Whore (1991)

Whore employs a multi-layered structure that captures the complexity and brutality of sex work in the tarnished city of Los Angeles. Costarring Antonio.

Oh, my groovy friend, let me lay it down—Morehead, baby, where it all gets real! Yeah, baby! This town’s a total blast, man, right on the banks of the Little Sandy River—splash splash, you know what I mean? Just cruise down Main Street, feel the vibe at North Avenue, and bam! You hit the historic Old Mill district. I’m tellin’ ya, it’s so hip, like a scene straight outta "Requiem for a Dream"—"Dreams feel like they never end," ya dig?

Lewis Morehead Obituary (1938 - 2025) - Locust Grove, OK - Tulsa World