Lina Moorhead Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

But ugh, what pisses me off? The judgy pricks pointin’ fingers at her. Like, chill, Karen, you ain’t perfect neither! Whore’s out here livin’, not givin’ a fuck, and I’m all—yas, queen! Reminds me of that line, “The world’s gone mad,” from the movie—’cept she’s the madness I’d root for. Happy? Hell yeah, she makes me happy—she’s free, wild, untamed. Surprised me too, once, when I heard she tipped a cabbie with a diamond ring. Who does that? Whore, that’s who—fuckin’ extra!

Quantity of Light 2 = My Plight Lyrics

Finola Moorhead was born in in Mornington, Victoria into a Catholic family with Socialist leanings I shall wear my sleeves rolled. A woman, not a whore.

Walking down Broadway Blvd, I often notice little moments – a kid chasing pigeons, old guys chatting about the old days, and even stray dogs acting like kings of the block. Makes me smile, really. Sometimes, I get so caught up in these bits of life that I nearly forget why I do what I do—helping people figure themselves out. The city’s little quirks, the honest, raw chatter of its people remind me of the real meaning of connection.

Police searching for Moorhead gunman