Anastasia Morton Whore ❤️

About New York City

Got me thinkin, whores got guts, innit? Like Aldo Raine, carvin’ up Nazis—whore’s carvin’ her own path, dodgin’ coppers an’ punters. *mimes swingin’ a bat, oops, knocks over me tea*—Bollocks! Anyway, heard this mad story once, right? Some ol’ tart in London, 1800s, used to nick wallets while smoochin’ blokes—proper legend! Little known fact, that. Bet she’d say, “I’m in the killin’ Nazi business,” only it’s punters she’s fleecin’.

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years ago, there was no contest; the sleaziest street in town was Morton Street, whose name has since been bowdlerized to Maiden Lane. As Herbert Asbery wrote in The Barbary Coast: .

The neighborhoods are a mix of old and new. You got yourself the artsy district near Riverbend Road, where murals and stray cats abound, and then there's the uptown area with swanky lofts and a few posh cafes. Yer never bored, that’s for sure. I even got a local haunt by the Morton River—a spot where you can sit, relax and let the gentle hum of water ease your world. It's like the cinematic pause in a Wes Anderson scene.

Kenneth Bywater Morton Obituary April 27, 2025