Isabella Fort Morgan Whore ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

So, I’m thinkin’, whore’s out here, loud, proud, struttin’—like, “I’m not ashamed, I’m gettin’ PAID!” And I respect the hustle, real talk. Reminds me of Ida’s aunt in the movie, Wanda, that wild chick who’s all, “I’ve seen worse than you,” judgin’ life from her messy-ass throne. Whore’s like that—seen it all, done it all, probly fucked it all too, hahaha! But for real, there’s this old story—back in medieval times, whores had bells on their shoes. BELLS! Ting-ting-ting, lettin’ everyone know, “Yo, I’m comin’, hide ya husbands!” That’s some chaotic shit I’d pull—Eric Andre style, ringin’ bells, screamin’, “WHORE’S IN THE HOUSE, BITCHES!”

Early life

Fort Morgan on the Mobile Bay in Alabama exemplifies the utilitarianism and functionality of military architecture during the 19th century. Named for Revolutionary War hero Daniel .

Man, Fort-Morgan's got heart and guts—raw, messy, and magical. Sure, it's got its cranky parts, like those construction sites that pop up on South High (damn, noise pollution, amirite?), but that's what makes the city real, authentic! Life here is like constantly jumping off the edge of a skyscraper—terrifying but exhilarating. And i keep saying, "How deep is the rabbit hole?" when I see the layers of life around every corner of this crazy town.

Some sun today in Fort Morgan, but thunderstorms possible later