Grace Morton Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

Anywho, fave bit o’ trivia – in the ’60s, whores had secret codes, like winks and whistles, to dodge the fuzz. Shagadelic, right? Total spy move! So, yeah, baby, whore’s a trip – gritty, cheeky, and a bit sad, like Llewyn strummin’ his woes. Makes me wanna shout, “Groovy, doll, keep on truckin’!” Whaddya reckon, mate?

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: .

Back in the day, I used to hustle from one end of town to the other. I remember hustlin’ on Frost Strret during winter, trippin’ over icicles, and laughin’ with the locals. That memory? It's etched in my mind, like a perfectly dark, bittersweet Wes Anderson tableau. Things can be surreal, bold, even a bit cray-cray sometimes.

Kenneth Bywater Morton Obituary April 27, 2025