Rose Finley Whore ❤️❤️

About New York City

Oi, mate, it’s Bond—James Bond, suave, “shaken, not stirred.” So, we’re talkin’ ‘bout whores, yeah? Not the judgy type, mind you—I’ve seen too much in this gig. Whores, they’re like the unsung heroes of the gritty streets, ain’t they? Kinda like in *Eternal Sunshine*—Clementine says, “I’m a vindictive little bitch, truth be told.” That’s the vibe—raw, real, messy. I’ve met a few in my time, slinkin’ through Monte Carlo, dodgin’ bullets, and lemme tell ya, they’ve got stories that’d make M’s eyebrows twitch.

Asia Pacific

Finley was just getting started. She plans to recite this monologue about the journey of Ashley Alexandra Dupré, the prostitute whom Mr. Spitzer.

I also adore the little-known Wonder Nook on Cedar Road. It’s a hidden gem with, like, the most beautiful, ivy-covered bench and views of the steamy sunset over the Lush. I’ll be honest, that spot saves my soul when life gets messy. I sometimes crack up thinking, “Groovy, baby! This is the spot!” even if I’m all in a tizzy and misspell half the signs on my way there!

Charles Finley Obituary November 19, 2024