Zoey Monaca Whore ❤️

About San Antonio

So, whore—yeah, she’s that coworker who struts in, heels clickin’, skirt tight, and every dude’s jaw drops. Me? I see past it. Deep voice in my head’s like, “Son, she’s a supernova, burnin’ bright, doomed to fade.” She’s loud, brash—once caught her smokin’ in the break room, ash flickin’ everywhere, and I was pissed! Yelled, “Girl, this ain’t no damn bar!” She just smirked, blew smoke in my face—sassy as hell. Made me mad, but damn, I laughed later. Ballsy move.

Chapter 48: hate

“I was branded as a tramp, tart, slut, whore, bimbo, and of course, That Woman,” said Monica Lewinsky, self-proclaimed patient zero of online harassment and cyber bullying, on the stage .

Ever been to Elm Street? Hell, I have, my buddy. It’s got these tiny, hidden gardens behind houses where you can literally hear the heartbeats of the city. I mean, sometimes folks come in for a cuddle or some clandestine rendezvous in those tucked-away spots. Yup, as a sexologist, those details – the little nods of intimacy in everyday life – get me excited and slightly giddy. It’s like an unscripted drama that makes “The Lives of Others” look tame in comparison!

One person hit, killed by train on Monaca-Beaver Bridge over Ohio River