To be honest, Rosa’s kind of an enigma. At times bitter, scalding, and sweet, she’s been bouncing around the eastern seaboard for a bit more than a decade. You can usually find her somewhere in the Mid-Atlantic falling in love, jumping into lust, or wallflowering at parties. Judgmental and feminist to a fault, she’s always ready with (surprisingly apt) advice and criticism on loving, socializing, and fucking. She also likes boats.