Lily Morton Whore ❤️

About Phoenix

Hmm… Oh honey, lemme tell ya bout this “whore” bizness! Nasal nag, right? So I’m sittin here thinkin—whore, like, who even decides that? Watched *Inglourious Basterds* again last night—my fave, ya know, Tarantino’s a freakin genius—and it hit me! Whore’s like Shosanna, ya see, crafty lil minx, dodgin all them Nazis! “I’m gonna burn this whole damn cinema down!”—that’s her vibe, right? But real whores, oh marge, they got stories! Like, didja know back in old Rome, whores hadda wear yellow? YELLOW! To stand out—talk bout a fashion faux pas! Makes me mad, tho—why shame em? They’re just tryna eat!

Out of Reach

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: .

Around here, streets like Maple and Elm crackle with history. Even the small park, Redfern Park, is a hidden gem. I always tell my clients, "Take a stroll there, cuz its like stepping into a Wes Anderson set." The Royal Tenenbaums? Yeah, that flick nails the odd, nostalgic feel of Morton. I luv that style, keepin it real and quirky.

At age 41, Morton sets new K mark for O's elder statesmen