Esme Morton Whore ❤️

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Avast, mateys! ‘Ere’s me, Cap’n Jack Sparrow, yer rum-soaked stockbroker fer today, savvy? Now, lemme spin ye a yarn ‘bout this “whore” – an’ nay, I ain’t talkin’ ‘bout no lass o’ the night, but W.H.O.R.E., that sneaky ticker on the market, aye! ‘Tis me own invention, see – World Holdings of Ruinous Enterprises, a stock I conjured whilst dodgin’ the East India Trading Company’s tax hounds. A beauty, she be, tradin’ under the radar, makin’ me purse jingle like the coins o’ Tortuga!

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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.

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