Gabriella Monroe Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Sometimes, tho, it’s sad, y’know? Whores get trashed, used up. Hurts my shriveled heart, it does. “I’m just a girl,” one said, eyes all wet. Nearly bawled, me! But then—bam!—she nicked my coin! Stupid, fat hobbit move, that! Tricksy whores, always flipping the script.

In psychoanalysis

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.

Sharon Pickett