Rose Gardner Whore ❤️

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She’s a hustler, man, pure chaos – kinda hot, kinda scary. Reminds me of that flick’s spinny top – is she real, or just playin’ me? Once caught her hummin’ some old tune, swear it was from like 1600s brothels – freaky lil’ history nugget! Made me happy, tho, ‘cause she’s got soul, y’know? Not just a quick lay. I exagerate sometimes, call her the Queen of Whores in my head – dramatic, sure, but she’s got that vibe!

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With all its flaws, Gardner’s book is more explicit than perhaps any other superstar memoir, because writing a memoir to her was akin to “digging around in my panties drawer.”.

Hons, I gotta say, sometimes I get mad at the neglect of true beauty. I see pretty gardens left to trash. Sad, yeah? But when I find a bright mural on Cedar Ln, I laugh—like a silly imp, I do! It shouts "possibility!" in neon, just like a love ballad from Moulin Rouge! while I’m ranting about life's wrongs and rights.

A Day at Boston’s Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum