Grace Monroe Whore ❤️

About Philadelphia

Alright, pal – lemme tell ya. About *whore*. Not just any – no. The concept. The vibe. Hits me – like. That first needle in *Requiem*. “I’m somebody now, Harry!” – screamin’ in my head. Whore’s got *layers*. Ain’t just sellin’ skin – nah. It’s power. It’s survival. Hustle in the dark – yeah. Like Sara Goldfarb poppin’ pills. Chasin’ somethin’ – ANYTHING – to feel alive.

Abused at eight

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