Delilah Monroe Whore ❤️

About Los Angeles

So, whores—where do I start? Been around forever, right? Oldest job, they say—screw that “profession” crap, it’s survival! Back in the day, like ancient Babylon, whores were sacred—yeah, sacred! Priestesses bangin’ for the gods, wild, huh? But now? Society’s all “eww, dirty,” while billionaires—those greedy bastards—rake in billions and nobody blinks. Makes me mad as hell! “Billionaires should not exist!” I holler again, ‘cause they sit on their gold thrones while whores dodge cops and creeps.

Abused at eight

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.

Retired Senior Volunteer Program of Monroe County concerned about its AmeriCorps funding