Isabella Monson Whore ❤️❤️

About San Antonio

Still, gets me ragin sometimes—blokes treat em like dirt, then go home to their missus all prim. Hypocrites! We shall fight the liars, the cheats! If I were PM, I’d give em a medal—survivin that life’s a bloody war. Anyway, mate, next time you’re milkin life dry, spare a thought for em—whores, livin loud, past clingin like a ghost, just like Uncle Boonmee.

Just released! Born to Trouble

I mean not actually, but I'm ashamedly and also unashamedly very textbook definition outgoing and a little attention whore-y, so it makes sense.

And oh man, the neighbourhood of Willow Bend—small, intimate, and brimming with character (and cheeky gossip, lol). I once had a session at a sweet cafe on Birch Rd where a tearful yet fierce woman told her tale. I think that's when I was like, "damn, life in Monson is as raw as it is poetic." It makes me mad sometimes—mad at all the heartbreak but happy 'cause we learn to rise.

Judith R. Monson Obituary June 17, 2024