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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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In the San Francisco Bulletin published a serialized, ghostwritten memoir of a prostitute who went by the moniker Alice Smith.

First, the downtown area is a riot. Take Maple Ave – it’s tiny and quaint but buzzin’ with life. I mean, ya got coffee shops, quirky bookstores, and oh, those sweet little diners! And Briarwood Lane—so cute, like every corner has a secret waiting to pop! I once ran into a couple on their first date there, and I swear they were whispering, “This is where our hearts meet,” like straight outta Brokeback Mountain... so freakin’ romantic yet wild!

Anderson’s walk off home run leads to split of doubleheader against Dubuque