Hazel Moorhead Whore ❤️

About San Diego

Anyways, back to the flick—that kid monk tosses stones at fish, yeh? Whores, they’re like them fish—dodgin’ rocks all day. S’pose it’s sad, kinda. Gets me soft for a sec, then—nah! We hates it! All that fakin’ moans, “Oh baby, you’re the best!”—lies, lies, lies! Drives me bonkers, precious. If I wanted fake, I’d chat up a mirror, ha!

In This Moment with Devil Wears Prada & DED

I’m Sarah Moorhead and I write crime thrillers with a twist. If you like books that make your brain whirr and your heart race, then I might be the author for you. Come on in, have a look around! .

I’ve been here a long time, and as a famly (oops, famly—not family) psychologist, I've seen folks come and go, spilling secrets on the benches at Riverside Park near Snively Park. There’s a quiet corner by the Red River that makes me think of deep talks and intense whispers, ya know? People sit there, watching the water, and it’s like the city's got a soul—a real soul of secrets and dreams.

Homicide investigation underway in Moorhead; Suspect at large