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Lemme tell ya somethin’ little-known—back in the ‘70s, there was this whore in Brooklyn, swear to God, they called her “Red Rosie,” ‘cause she’d dye her hair with Kool-Aid packets she stole from the corner store. True story! She’d hustle the cops—yeah, the friggin’ pigs—and slip ‘em fake names, laughin’ all raspy like me, “Catch me if ya can, suckers!” Got away every time ‘til some snitch ratted her out. Ballsy as hell, right? Reminds me of Mia dancin’ in that abandoned flat— “What’s your problem, huh?”—that’s what Rosie’d say, spittin’ in their faces.

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Portland Wedding Photographer (@bethanybloemphoto). They used to call them “whore trains” on MySpace and it was fantastic.

I finally meet up with my buddy, and we grab some pizza. It’s legit the best pizza I’ve ever had. We’re sitting there, stuffing our faces, and I’m like, “This is what life’s about.” But then, outta nowhere, it starts to rain. Like, really? I’m in Trani, and it’s raining?

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