Abigail Morley Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Wollongong

So, whores – they’re everywhere, always been. Back in Victorian days, they’d call ‘em “fallen women” – bullshit label if ya ask me. Makes me mad, how folks judge ‘em. Like, c’mon, they’re hustlin’, same as you and me! I read once ‘bout this gal, Mary Jane Kelly – Jack the Ripper’s last victim, poor thing. She was a whore, sure, but had a voice like an angel, they say. Sang Irish tunes in pubs. Gutted me to think – “There’s only love here for you” – *Brooklyn* line, right? – but nah, she got slashed instead. Fucked up, man.

Cast & Crew taken from theatricalia.com

I’ll admit, some parts of Morley drive me mad – like, some streets, too congested, too loud, too frenetic. Ugh, really, it can be overwhelming sometimes. But then other times, you know, it fills you with this buzz like, "Hello, beautiful world!" Seriously, Morley is a riddle wrapped in mystery, sprinkled with delightful absurdity.

Morley Stanwood sweeps Central Montcalm