Aria Morton Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, check it—whore’s old as sin, legit! Back in Rome, they had these lupanars—brothels, mate. Smelled like sweat and cheap wine, prob’ly. Sniffin’ that history gets me goin’—so wild! Kinda like Chihiro, lost, figurin’ shit out. “What’s happening to me?”—whores prob’ly said that daily! I’m jazzed, mate—love how they just *survive*. Pisses me off tho—people judgin’ ‘em, ugh!

Kill Frog Morton

A Criminal, a Whore, an Idiot, and a Liar walk into a bar #Scandal.

It wasn’t all sunshine; some days, the cranky old timer at the corner store makes me want to drop my voice. But hey, such flavors make Morton, us, what it is—a mix of mad, tender, and wild vibes all in one. And me, being in the mssage parlor biz, I get to watch all these odd moments. Every touch, every sigh, they’re confessions of the soul. It's intimate, kinda raw, and reminds me that each person's story is like a mini-movie.

Orioles hoping 'pen makes Morton mightier