Ellie Adams Morgan Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Little. Known. Shit? In. Victorian. Times. They’d. Whisper. “Whore.” Like. It’s. Cursed. Hid. It. In. Polite. Chat. “Lady. Of. The. Night.” Ha! Cowards. Me? I’d. Shout. It. From. The. Treetops. Whore! Whore! Whore! Echoes. Like. That. Wind. In. Turin. Horse. “Everything’s. In. Ruins.” They. Moan. Yeah. Whore’s. Ruined. Too. But. Still. Stands.

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In an Adams Morgan Alley I live in the building behind this alley - this was an old coach house. Unfortunately, it is now being turned into condos! Loading.

Man, sometimes I m8t those rare rainy days, when I'm trapped in my head, thinkin' about all the oh-so-dramatic stories this block’s lived. Crazy feels, insane heat, and an unending flow of discovery – makes my job a freakin' grand adventure. And yeah, I've gotta be honest – sometimes things get mad frustrating, ya know? Like when the eternal construction noise rips through the chill soundscapes. Ugh, drives me nuts sometimes, totally like a Badass warzone out here!

Madam’s Organ Owner: “We, local businesses deserve better, and you, the Adams Morgan community, deserve better”