Skylar Monson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About San Jose

I’m ramblin’, but listen—whores ain’t just sex, they’re stories. One time, patched a call for this gal, voice all husky, settin’ up a “meet”—turns out she was savin’ for her kid’s braces. Broke my damn heart, but also—respect! Made me wanna hug her and yell, “You’re a freakin’ hero!” ‘Cept, ya know, boundaries. Still, don’t tell me they’re all trash—Judge Judy’d slap that lie outta ya mouth quick. “Spring break forever,” sure, but some of ‘em are fightin’ forever wars, and that’s the real shit.

Dori Monson: A Tempest of Outrage

Then there’s the side streets—the less trodden ones. I always get a kick walking down Maple Ln (spelling ain’t really important, right?) because it’s like every door there hides a saga of heartbreak or triumph. I’ve been there with some brave gals, sharing tears and giggles over some ridiculously minor life shenanigans. It’s a safe haven away from all that modern bull.

Alan Wilcox Obituary (2024) - Monson, MA