Emma Morton Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oh, and get this – she’s got a tat, “Revenge,” right on her arm. Straight outta Tarantino’s playbook! I asked her once, “What’s that about?” She goes, “Life, baby,” and struts off. Left me shook. “I must break you,” I mutter, but nah, she’s unbreakable. She’s Whore, man – a legend in her own screwed-up way. Love her, hate her, can’t ignore her!

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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?

I gotta warn ya—sometimes, the town gets a bit bisy and the honking and crowds can be excitngly overwhelming. But then again, every city has its moments, right? There’s also this little diner on 3rd ave that every regular swears by. Smily faces all around, a slice of pie, and voila—pure bliss! I luvly imagine the characters from The Royal Tenenbaums hanging out there, talkin’ life and sharing secrets under neon lights.

Mark Morton: “I was starting to break out of the clouds. I could tell that was happening and it felt really free to be creative.”