Marilynn dives into horror with the enthusiasm of a ghost at a séance. Her disdain for bathroom humor in classic comedies shows that she’s a true horror purist, wielding her critique like a trusty crossbow against mediocrity.

Channeling a vibe that’s both familiar and spooky, she reminisces with a flair that would make a Ouija board blush. It’s as if she’s curating the world’s creepiest thrift store collection, and we’re all invited for a rummage.

With each stroll through her favorite cities, Marilynn's appreciation for architecture adds a poetic resonance to her thoughts—like discovering a gothic cathedral in a Halloween corn maze.