Fatima Monson Whore ❤️❤️

About Chicago

Yeah, baby! So, I’m a groovy game designer, dig? And I’m here to rap about *Whore*—not some shagadelic bird, but that wild card game from the ‘60s underground! Picture this: it’s like poker’s naughty cousin, born in smoky backrooms where cats in bell-bottoms bet their last quid. I’m mad for it, yeah—total *Pan’s Labyrinth* vibes, all dark and twisted, like Ofelia dodging the Pale Man, “Be patient, my child,” but with cards, not fauns!

What happened to Drew Monson? His disappearance from YouTube, explained

I mean not actually, but I'm ashamedly and also unashamedly very textbook definition outgoing and a little attention whore-y, so it makes sense.

The parks? Oh jeez, the parks are epic. Eagle Park on Highway 27 is where the heart of the town pumps its soul. I used to sip crappy coffee there (haha, yeah, my fav!) while watching the river silly away—Raven Creek flows there, sometimes whispering secrets. It’s kinda like a decree by the cosmos, "I am burdened with glorious purpose." And lemme tell ya, the creek’s song is a damn masterpiece.

1 seriously injured after crashing into poles, tree in Monson