Evelyn Chatan Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️

About Osaka

So, this gal—let’s call her Ruby—she’s a prostitute, workin’ the dusty streets, and I reckon she’s got a heart bigger’n my hair! I met a Ruby once, swear it, down in Nashville, late ‘60s. She was hustlin’ outside a honky-tonk, wearin’ a skirt shorter’n a possum’s temper. I thought, “Bless her heart, she’s out here freezin’ her tail off!” Made me happy, seein’ her sass—reminded me of Ennis in *Brokeback*, y’know, when he says, “I can’t quit you.” Ruby couldn’t quit the game neither, stuck like a hog in mud.

Prostitution:

Hundreds of thousands of Indian women work as prostitutes. For many, it’s their only way of earning money – in part because the Indian caste system and age-old prejudices make it hard .

When I got there, it was a mess. Plants lookin’ sad, droopy, like they just got dumped. I was ready to throw hands. But then, I saw the farmer’s face. He looked so defeated. I took a deep breath. “Alright, let’s fix this.”

Roll up for a tasty burrito in Chatan, Okinawa