Rose Beausoleil Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Lille

Heya doll, it’s me, Marilyn – breathless, “Happy Birthday, Mr. President!” – spillin’ the tea on whores, ‘cause why not? I’m thinkin’ ‘bout them, y’know, like in my fave flick, *The Great Beauty*. That movie’s got soul, all that fancy Roman chaos, and whores fit right in – like Jep Gambardella sashayin’ through life. “What’s more beautiful than this?” I’d purr, watchin’ a gal work her magic on some sleazy joe. Whores, honey, they’re the real poets – tradin’ skin for secrets, livin’ loud.

Band history

Bobbi Beausoleil. Actress: Crack Whores of the Tenderloin.

Run-ins? Mate, been there, done that. I got mad when a fancy-pants come in, complainin’ ‘bout a muscle knot in his back, but acted like he was on some spiritual retreat. I’m like, “Get over it, mate!” Directions? Oh right, look up Rue de la Vie, it’s near the old clock tower – a relic that crows like a madman at dawn (or whatever).

New bilingual sign requirement stirs uproar in N.B. community, prompting mayor to quit