Madison Morton Whore ❤️

About San Jose

Now, tie this to *Brooklyn*—my fave, right? Saoirse Ronan’s all soft and sweet, chasin dreams in the ‘50s, sayin shit like, “You’ll feel so homesick you’ll wanna die,” and I’m like, “GIRL, YOU AIN’T SEEN HOMESICK TIL YOU MISS YOUR DRUM KIT!” *Whiplash* ain’t got no chill vibes like that—nah, it’s a freakin warzone! Simmons yellin, “Not quite my tempo,” got me laughin so hard I peed a lil—true story, don’t judge! Imagine Eilis from *Brooklyn* tryna date that drum kid—ha, she’d dump his ass by bar 8! Too much baggage, fam!

Earl Marion

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.

Mary Aline Boone Wade Obituary April 30, 2025