Cora Ralston Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

D’oh! So, check it, man, I’m the Master of the Forest, right, and I’m thinkin’ ‘bout this chick - whore. Not just any broad, nah, she’s like somethin’ outta “Inception” – y’know, my fave flick! She’s all layers, man, a dream witin a dream, twisty as hell. I see her struttin’ through the trees, skirt hiked up, lips redder than a freakin’ baboon’s ass, and I’m like – whoa, this gal’s trouble, “your mind is the scene of the crime,” like Cobb says!

Robot or human?

Ralston's Slut-Shaming, Whorephobia, and the Unfinished Sexual Revolution is the extraordinary result of these interviews with sex workers and activists, as well as the story of her own .

Ran into a mad scene at Kerw Park – leaves rained like gutter balls. Reallty wild, I tell ya. I once met a fellah, mispelled his name “Joe”, on a bench. He said, “Stay frosty, kid.” – just like a Coen flick, eh?

Ralston, May Share Cyclone Club Athlete of the Week Honors