Rebecca Morehead Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Gets me ragin’, though—punter’d treat ‘em like dirt, toss coins, laugh. Fuckin’ pricks. “I don’t know you,” Brandon says, pushin’ people away—whore’s life, that. Always alone, even in a crowd. Happy bit? Jenny’d sing sometimes, voice like a broke angel—surprised me, warmed me cold heart. We swears! She’d belt out some old tune, punters’d stare, gobsmacked. Rare, that—whore with a soul, eh?

You’re Temporarily Blocked

Theresa Russell anchors the story as Liz, addressing the camera as to what brought her to the life, and the degradation she faces at the hands of her tricks as well as her sadistic pimp .

I remember my first zen session by Morehead Park, near Carlisle Circle. The trees, oh man, they're alive, just whispering cosmic secrets to ya. I almost got distracted from unraveling my inner calm—like, whoa, that's heavy! Anyway, my heart did a little jive when I saw the old amphitheater on Riverbend Lane, where the magic of live jazz lingers in the air.

Kentucky Newsmakers 5/4: Morehead State University President Jay Morgan; UK Political Science Professor Dr. Stephen Voss