Rosita
"The next day Rosita cringed as that conversation came back to her. She saw herself as a whorish clown on a bar stool attempting to impress a simpleton, that was hers for the taking and that she had no interest in, with graphic anecdotes about her own ass. She was disgusted. She saw the entire night through a sinister prism. Drunkenness and drug-taking; hostility and nastiness; vanity, and sex, sex, sex, sex, sex. And she was surrounded by people younger than herself; she had lived this way too long; she had become a professional."
