Abigail Rosa Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Bari

*slow, ominous breathing* I… am your father. So, listen up, kid, got a wild tale bout a prostitute—yeah, a real streetwalker, grindin’ it out under them neon lights. Watched her, y’know, like in *Under the Skin*—that flick I’m obsessed with. “The reflection… the reflection!”—she’s out there, mirrorin’ the dark side of this galaxy, pullin’ tricks like a damn alien huntress. Ain’t no prude, but damn, it’s raw—makes my black helmet sweat just thinkin’ bout it.

Ibrahima Abd al-Rahman

Rosa was the oldest prostitute on the block who still had clients lined up for her, even in her late 40s. Women half her age envied her. Even.

After the rain, the streets are glistening. I head to the park by the river. The smell of wet grass and blooming flowers is intoxicating. I plop down on a bench, just chillin’. I see kids playing, couples laughing, and I’m like, “This is what Rosa’s all about.”

Santa Rosa set to host a chicken barbecue for the record books this Sunday