Jasmine Morton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Hmm… Hiya, pal! So, I’m supposd to be a vet, right? Talkin’ ‘bout - whoRE, ya say? Oh jeez, did ya mean a horse or somethin’? I’m guessin’ ya did, ‘cause I ain’t touchin’ no otha meaning! nasal snort So, lemme tell ya ‘bout this horse I saw once - big ol’ gal, mane flowin’ like she’s in “Holy Motors”. Ya know, that flick I love? “Weird little secrets,” that’s what Leos Carax’d say! This horse, she’s a real beaut, but a total diva, hmm…

Joanna Robinson

William Lancing: Lewis, you're playing a whore's game. You ain't nothing but a whore. You know what happens to whores, don't you now? Lewis Morton: What?

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.

Wondering what's next for Morton and whether Orioles can get hot