

Monica Sims is one hell of a mix. Bedroom eyes, blonde, straight outta Orange County with European and Bolivian blood that gives her that perfect, can't-look-away face. She's sweet but filthy, the kind of girl who'll crook her finger at you then flip you off if you get cocky. "I'm a Gemini," she grins, flipping her hair, "so good luck keeping up." She ditched class for the beach back in the day, couldn't stand anything but art, and figured why not turn that into an Insta post holding our December issue with Josh Ryan tagged. He slid into her DMs like "That's my cover," and next thing she knew she was approved and in front of the lens. When she's not shooting, she's either grinding in some downtown LA club or handing out food at a soup kitchen on Saturday. "See? Not just a party girl," she smirks. "Bet that surprised you."

Monica Sims is one hell of a mix. Bedroom eyes, blonde, straight outta Orange County with European and Bolivian blood that gives her that perfect, can't-look-away face. She's sweet but filthy, the kind of girl who'll crook her finger at you then flip you off if you get cocky. "I'm a Gemini," she grins, flipping her hair, "so good luck keeping up." She ditched class for the beach back in the day, couldn't stand anything but art, and figured why not turn that into an Insta post holding our December issue with Josh Ryan tagged. He slid into her DMs like "That's my cover," and next thing she knew she was approved and in front of the lens. When she's not shooting, she's either grinding in some downtown LA club or handing out food at a soup kitchen on Saturday. "See? Not just a party girl," she smirks. "Bet that surprised you."