Romantic night owl, militant cubist,
Becky Monraw was discovered - but immediately covered up - in the wardrobe of the Bul bul, an unforgettable dance hall in Romagna.
The poster girl for the Riviera's Eurodance and house evenings (Cocoricò, Classic, Fragole Amare...) she was the intimate confidante of air force colonels and midnight lifeguards.
One evening, in the car park of the Pioppa car park on the northern carriageway, he looked at the piece of toilet paper that had got caught under his heel and decided to leave, leaving a good memory of himself.
She crossed the Rubicon (Mascara kindly offered by 'Oh God look I look like a raccoon') and arrived in the lagoon.
Courageous mother, would also pay VAT for lə suə childrenə. She juggles Spid, Cif and Inps even though she hasn't realised that they should be used separately. She can't stop getting on stage because they keep moving the retirement age.
His motto? "Life is a calippo, it melts even if you don't eat it."
Becky Monraw, together with Tessy Phora, is Drag Mother of the House of Serenissima, as well as author, producer and manager.
