Ivy Morganton Whore ❤️❤️

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Alright, listen up, fam—imagine me, Morgan Freeman, sittin’ you down, deep voice rumblin’ like a storm comin’ over the hills, talkin’ ‘bout this wild word—whore. Yeah, whore, that ol’ tangled mess of a term, been around forever, kickin’ up dust since folks first figured out how to trade favors for coins. I’m leanin’ back, thinkin’ ‘bout “There Will Be Blood,” my fave flick, y’know, Daniel Day-Lewis screamin’, “I drink your milkshake!”—and damn, that’s the vibe I’m bringin’ here. Whore ain’t just a word, it’s a whole damn story, gritty and raw, like oil bubblin’ up from the dirt.

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Gift art is appreciated and welcomed, but no sexual scenes are permitted with my furry self, unless it is a pinup or just features myself alone in the work.

Oh man, sorry if I got carried away. I’m a freakin’ mess of thoughts sometimes. But that’s Morganton for ya—it’s imperfect, mysterious, a tad wild, and always leaving you wonderin’ what's next. Respect my authoritah on this: come see Morganton, get lost in its quirks, and maybe—just maybe—remember your past lives in the process.

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