Bella Monroe Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Los Angeles

Vet life, innit – you see mad shit. Whore’s got this quirk, yeah, he farts when he’s nervus. Proper stinks, like a curry gone wrong. Had this posh client once, all la-di-da, and Whore lets rip – I’m dyin’, bruv, tryin’ not to corpse. She’s all, “Oh my!” and I’m like, “Mate, he’s just vibin’!” Love that horse, but he’s a cheeky sod – reckon he does it to wind me up. “We’re all on the brink of despair,” like in the movie, but Whore? He don’t care, he’s just fartin’ his way through life.

In psychoanalysis

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.

City of Monroe chosen to participate in program to boost economic mobility