Gianna Beausoleil Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Bordeaux

Okay, story time—imagine me, jet-lagged, in a bar like Bob Harris, right? This chick walks in, all sass, and someone whispers *whore*. I’m like, *“More like a queen, duh”*. She’s got that *“I just want to be understood”* energy—Sofia would get it. I’m sittin’ there, thinkin’, *“Why’s everyone judgin’ her vibe?”* Total *Lost in Translation* moment—nobody gets nobody, but we’re all tryin’. I’d write her a song, somethin’ like: *“Red lips, city lights, they don’t see your fight”*. Easter egg: red lips, scarlet, get it?

Early life

Hire an escort Beausoleil and take her to an adults-only hotel where they offer a more peaceful and romantic setting for couples an even swingers.

There’s this back alley near Boulevard de l’Insouciance where street art scream in colors you wouldn’t believe. Pops up like a middle finger at boring city life. I swear, sometimes I feel like my hands are changin’, like in that film – you know, touched by some tropical magic or something wild. Don’t ask me how it works, right?

Viva Lee Beausoleil Obituary