Evelyn Monroe Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Chicago

Oi mate, grab a pint! So, whore, yeah, tricky one innit? Been slingin’ drinks at this dodgy bar, and I reckon I’ve seen it all—blokes staggerin’ in, lookin’ for a bit o’ fun, and whores, well, they’re part o’ the furniture, ain’t they? Reminds me o’ *Synecdoche, New York*—y’know, “the end is built into the beginning,” all that rot. Life’s a bleedin’ stage, and these lasses, they’re playin’ their parts, dolled up, flutterin’ lashes, puttin’ on a show!

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.

Lufts of Monroe celebrating 60th wedding anniversary