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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.

Alexa…fuck you’re high maintenance! – Marcel Varallo . com

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I stroll down to the Sacro Monte. It’s this crazy cool place with all these chapels. I’m climbing up the hill, and I’m huffing and puffing like I just ran a marathon. But then I see this chapel, and it’s like, BAM! The colors are so vibrant, it’s like someone threw a paint party. I snap a pic, and I’m feeling all artsy.

Mary Eva Varallo Obituary - Nashville, TN