Angelina Monaca Whore ❤️

About San Jose

So yeah, he’s a hot mess, but I love him to bits. Whore’s my kinda crazy—rough ‘round the edges, heart bigger’n my hair! I reckon he’d laugh and say, “Dolly, you’re fulla it!” But I’d just wink and tell him, “Sugar, I’ve seen worse’n you in my mirror!” Ha! Keeps me smilin’, that boy does. Whore’s a fighter—plain and simple. And that, my friends, is the gospel truth!

Hates to Love, Loves to Hate

To come of age in the early s was to be fed one idea, over and over again, by nearly every prevalent form of mass media: Monica Lewinsky was a punch line.

Alright, listen up, pal – I’m gonna tell ya all about Monaca, and no, you ain’t read nothing like this before. I’m not sugarcoating – Monaca’s dive bars, quirky streets, and odd corners are what you need to see up close. And hey, if you go there, don’t pee on my leg by missing the real gems, ya dig?

John Joseph Sundy