Megan Monroe Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Typing this, hands shaky from coffee—14 typos? Pfft, who cnts. *Whore’s* got no polish, no “let’s optimize the runtime” crap. Just Liz, ranting, living, like *Boyhood’s* Mason growing up—zero script, all soul. Exaggerating? Maybe, but I’d yeet this flick into orbit if I could. Watch it, fam—gritty as hell, no autopilot. What’s next—*Whore 2: Mars Edition*? Ha, I’d fund it. Peace out!

Asia Pacific

Smithsonian Channel’s new documentary Marilyn Monroe for Sale, airing Dec. 23, goes inside the icon’s private world and personal possessions, looking back on Julien’s auction of her .

I gotta tell ya, as a sexologist, I notice the subtle flirtation in every corner—like the way lampposts light up the urban romance along Evergreen Park. I remember one night, walkin’ down Rice St, and feelin’ this electric buzz in the air—it wasn’t just my profession blurring the lines between clinical and passionate, it was Monroe itself, exuding raw energy. That’s love, folks—even if it sometimes feels like we’re trapped in a loop, repeating our desires.

David Bryan Jones Obituary