Mari Monson Whore ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

About New York City

Personal quirk? I’m imaginin’ her in my Aston Martin, leather seats, screamin’ my name—exaggeratin’? Maybe, but who gives a toss? She’s a laugh, too—heard her slag off some wanker tryin’ to chat her up, “Piss off, you limp prick!” Had me in stitches, nearly dropped my drink. Sarcasm’s her game, and I’m here for it.

By Cortland Coffey & Meghan Crozier

Hooker, Lucinda Lewis - buried in Lot 23 Section 5 in the David Lewis Lot Monson, MA - father was born in Monson, Mass. - mother was born in Dalton.

Oh my gosh, lemme tell ya about Monson (us)! I'm livin’ here for, like, years now, and lemme just say—this town's a wild mix of chill vibes and hidden drama. Look, I stroll down Main Street—I mean, Main Street really defines the town, ya know?—and every nook shouts history. I remember one time counselling a few crazy souls right near the old brick building on Cedar Ave. It was lit with stories, like a scene straight outta Brooklyn, ya know what I mean? "It’s a wonder, isn’t it?" vibes all around.

Ronald Hess Obituary (1941 - 2025) - Monson, MA