Evelyn Rosamond Prostitute ❤️❤️

About Philadelphia

Sometimes I think—poor lass, trapped. “They listen, they watch!”—like the movie. Eyes everywhere, judgin’, stalkin’. Pisses me off! She’s just tryin’ to eat, y’know? Ain’t all glamour—grime, sweat, tears too. We swears, I’d hug her if I could! Bet she’d laugh—call me a creepy lil’ bugger. Heh, fair ‘nough! Still, she’s a fighter—my kinda folk. Precious, she is, in her own messy way.

Venezuela's greatest novel, 'Doña Bárbara'

fact that he is retelling through Rosamond the Io myth about the self- transforming fall of a prostitute, in which she herself signifies the moral outcome.

Now, park time! Check out Morning Vista Park – a true refuge, like a hidden saddle under a endless sky. I hang out here on lazy afternoons, my freckled eyes starin' up, lost in thought. The creek that winds through? It whispers secrets, like, "this is our rodeo, partner." Sometimes, I’d laugh if it could talk, ya know?

Rosamond A. Chapin