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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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Then, I decided to take a breather at the park on the edge of the town. You know, the one near the River Henmore? It’s usually peaceful, but today? Nope. Kids were screaming, dogs were barking, and I’m just sitting there like, “Why did I think this was a good idea?” I tried to meditate, but all I could think about was that Choco-Whirl.

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