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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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today, gazi gets gage for his shows (what?) down and up the streets, also when i dont have reason. Thanks!

So, I finally get to my office on Kifisou Street. I’m ready to tackle some spreadsheets, but my boss, Mr. Papadopoulos, decides today’s the day to drop a bombshell. “We need to cut costs,” he says. I’m like, “Bro, I’m an accountant, not a magician!” I mean, how do you cut costs when we’re already scraping the bottom of the barrel?

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