Lily Morris Find A Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

She’s done quick – efficient, like Maria choppin coffee beans. I’m happy, sorta – got what I paid for, but damn, the loneliness hits after. Surprised me, that gut punch. “No capes!” I yell in my head – no hero swoopin in to fix this mess. Just me, her, and the night. I’m laughin now – what a shitshow! Findin a prostitue ain’t no movie, but it’s got its own twisted script.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

There are many things I like to do, to see, and to experience. I like to read, I like to write; I like to think, I like to dream; I like to talk, I like to listen. I like to see the sunrise in the morning, I like Missing: Morris.

I wander here and there, sometimes hittin’ up Northbridge. That part’s gritty, raw, but so alive, so soulful. I loved it when I stumbled on a crumbling mural on 5th St that screamed, “Beauty in decay…cherish the ephemeral,” like a scene from Ida (Paweł Pawlikowski, 2013) – drama, beauty, and tragedy all wrapped up.

Jane A. Morris 1949-2025