Ava Moss Point Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals! I’m comin’ at ya like Judge Judy on a bender, sharp as a tack, and I’m talkin’ bout whores today—yeah, you heard me! Don’t pee on my leg and call it rain, ‘cause I ain’t here for no sugarcoatin’. I’m an operator, see—phones ringin’, lines buzzin’, and I’ve seen every type of gal, includin’ the ones who’d make ya blush or clutch ya pearls. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a vibe, a hustle, a whole damn circus—and I’m obsessed with *Spring Breakers*, that neon-soaked fever dream by Harmony Korine, so buckle up, ‘cause this story’s gonna drip with that vibe.

Living Legends Ball

Alright, listen up, dude – respect my authoritah! I'm a family psychologist here in Moss-Point, and lemme tell ya, this place is a wild, small-town gem with plenty of quirks. Ugh, so many crazy deets and silly memories float around. This lined-back town sits on the banks of the Pascagoula River, which is like, the lifeblood of the whole area. Seriously, you gotta check out Riverfront Drive – it’s all scenic and zen-like, kinda makes you remember “Uncle Boonmee… recall his past lives,” you know? So trippy!

Maggie McCorvey of Moss Point, Mississippi | 1941 - 2025 | Obituary