Ellie Monmouth Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, listen up, ya filthy animals. I’m Ron Swanson, baker by trade, man of few words, and I hate everything. Sex-dating? What a damn mess. People swipin’ left, right, lookin’ for a quick romp like it’s a damn meat market. I’m kneadin’ dough, thinkin’, “Why bother with this crap?” Then I remember *Carol*—that movie’s my jam. “I don’t know what I want,” Carol says, and hell, that’s sex-dating in a nutshell. Nobody knows squat, just fumblin’ around, hopin’ for a spark.

Production

Jane is not ashamed of her past, but William insists she is not going to partake in this profession. “You are not a whore. You’re certainly not my whore,” he emphasizes later.

i be honest, sometimes the contradictions in Monmouth make me craaaazy – a mix of joyous vibes and brutal truths, echoing Leviathan’s lyrical despair, “we drown, we rise, we’re doomed to fall.” but that’s what makes it magical – every nook tells a tale. how wild is that?

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