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I knew this one chick—Roxy, swear she was legend. Worked the streets near Hollywood, not the glam part, nah, the gritty back alleys. Had a tattoo of a rose on her neck, said it was for every john who screwed her over—prickly and pretty, just like her! Made me laugh, she’d say, “Sugar, I’m the dessert they can’t afford.” Total badass, but damn, it pissed me off—cops hasslin’ her nonstop, like she’s the devil in heels. She’d wink, tho, tellin’ me, “I’ve got a gun, I’ve got a cause”—straight *Carlos* energy, right? Fightin’ her own lil war out there.

Maria di Edessa: da anacoreta a prostituta e alla fine santa

There she spent all the money she had inherited form her father and became a prostitute. Her uncle did not know what had happened to her. When Abraham finally discovered the truth, he .

But then, outta nowhere, this storm rolls in. I’m talking dark clouds, thunder, the whole shebang. I’m like, “Really, Edessa? You’re gonna do me like this?” I dash out, trying to find shelter, and I end up in this little shop on Egnatia Street. It’s packed with all these handmade crafts. I’m browsing, and I see this beautiful pottery. I’m like, “I need this in my life.” But then, I realize I’m broke. Ugh!

Nelly’s Photo Exhibition Launches In Edessa, Greece