Emilia Monroe Whore ❤️

About Chicago

But here’s the kicker—*Anatolia* vibes hit me hard. “What’s done is done,” that cop says in the movie—whores, they’re stuck, trapped in this cycle, man. I saw this gal once, downtown, heels clickin’, eyes dead—broke my heart! Not judgin’ her, nah, judgin’ the fat cats who let it happen! Makes me wanna smash my hammer through a billionaire’s yacht—BOOM! Splinters everywhere, ha, take THAT, ya greedy bastards!

Africa, Middle East, and India

Marilyn was insecure, she desperately wanted to be loved, wanted to be somebody. Was she with more than a few men, yes. She was not a prostitute.

Man, I luv Monroe! I luv it when the clouds get all moody, and the streetlights flicker like old memories resurface. Unfortunatley, the city’s gritty side sometimes shocks ya—graffiti that reads “dream big or die tryin’” can really haunt your mood, yet inspire your next passionate encounter.

Retired Senior Volunteer Program of Monroe County concerned about its AmeriCorps funding