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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.

Famous Soiled Doves & Madams of the Old West

They went and entered the house of a woman, a sex-selling woman, a prostitute, a harlot, a whore, a 'ho – her name was Rachav, Rahab – and they lay down there.

After a while, the rain stops, and the sun peeks out. It’s like a sign, right? I walk her back to her place, and we exchange numbers. I’m feelin’ like a champ. But then, I remember my charcoal pit. I rush back, and of course, the fire’s gone out. Ugh! I’m so mad!

Historic Cork harbour home linked to famous Atlantic SS Sirius crossing has oceans of options