Derived from a dying star, damned to the cosmos, Rosette is a seething ball of all things glamour and grunge. She’s a walking red light district, complete with a skintight body suit and patent leather thigh high pleasers, you’re not gonna wanna just watch; integrate your shame and truly experience this astral anomaly.

Originally from Boise, Idaho, this transplanted Portland night rat is coming back home for a one week circuit party, catch her at the front left speaker, under a disco ball, or, potentially if you’re lucky, on the corner.

Let’s party like it’s 4044.