Evelyn Westerly Prostitute ❤️❤️❤️❤️

About Phoenix

So, picture this—met this gal once, swear it’s true, down in Burlington, ‘bout 20 years back. Called her Ruby, fiery red hair, sassy as hell. She’d laugh, say, “Bernie, I’m my own CEO!” Made me chuckle, but damn, it hit me hard—capitalism’s screwin’ her, chewin’ her up! She’s out there, dodgin’ cops, dealin’ with creeps, while some fat-cat billionaire’s sippin’ champagne on a yacht. “Billionaires should not exist!” I yelled in my head, fists clenched, voice cracklin’ like a busted radio.

Belle Brezing

Prostitution in the Old West was widespread. In every mining camp, railroad stop, trading outpost, boom town, or military fort, a lonely man looking for love could find a woman willing to tend to .

Oh, and so get this – in the early morn, I jog past Lincoln Park on Court St., watch the sunrise sprinkle hope like little miracles. The light, man, reminds me of that movie: “It’s like witnessing a quiet apocalypse,” weird but beautiful, ya feel me?

Moana Jr. comes to Westerly Middle School this weekend